Poetry and other litty stuff!
We bear in silence plays of grey,
Imagine dazzling dress one day.
We smile, grind dust to clay,
Wear bricks and mortar, fear decay,
The fading paste, our alabaster flaking dust.
Dust we play at green,
Run hearts on suppleness of rust,
Eyes definitions, images we trust.
Orion fades, suns turn black,
We stand on tectonic crust
Scrabbling for pearls to line our lack.
posted by Pilgermann BM at 3:36 PM
Cultural gypsy currently anchored in London while completing a Masters in English. Abandoned at birth by German Missionaries in a remote Indian jungle I was found and adopted by a wandering group of jay monkeys. They'd studied Shakespeare from a book abandoned by Hamlet's father, and they taught me the use of the comma, and the mis'placed apostrophe. I wait impatient for the call of the publisher, but all I hear is the noise of the traffic and the howl of the tourists at the window.
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