Sunday 23 March 2014
Sunday night clear out
my bed by Tracy Emin
i hid my head under the pillow
sheets rucked up
pale linen and starched
waiting for the quiet
left behind
the squalor of the night before
the night before
the days before
the years before
fading with the rising sun
the detritus of our long existence
once hidden from view is now bundled in black sacks waiting for the Monday Trash Man
one day
when the stains and dirt fade
eventually
i will breath again
with no thought of you.
my take on the fabulous Tracy Emins work.....go here to see the others work at the mag....reading this back i think i need therapy!!
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Oh that Monday trash man! Nice reflections between your lines, a welcomed twist to an untidy bed!
ReplyDeleteNicely done Kay
ReplyDeleteI hope you've taken you head out from under your pillow now?! LOL
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ReplyDeleteA dark poem which fits the pic.
I like these lines especially:
one day
when the stains and dirt fade
eventually
i will breath again
with no thought of you.
Very nice take on the prompt. Thank you!
ReplyDeleteHello Kay, I enjoyed that! You made me laugh out loud with your comment. I hope all is well with you, love Linda x
ReplyDeleteVery original take. Well done! Thank you.
ReplyDeleteI love these last few lines:
ReplyDeleteone day
when the stains and dirt fade
eventually
i will breath again
with no thought of you.
the detritus of our long existence
ReplyDeleteAnd we all share that! :)
Great interpretation of the image .. I enjoyed it!
ReplyDeleteI too appreciate those last few lines! Well done!!
ReplyDeleteExcellent interpretation of the prompt. Oh how good it is when we can breathe again...
ReplyDeleteAnna :o]
A brave and wonderful spring clean...
ReplyDeleteNice finishing lines. There will always be those that mess with the heart and head.
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