Sunday, 25 January 2015

murmur


Fan the air
wish for dust to settle.
Bring London gin
mixed in the cranberry glass.
nails bitten raw
signify an impasse.
Take ten lashes
stare down the creaking floor
Multiply crocodile tears, then sweep
them away with fleeting regard.
A murmur of starlings, iridescent,
paint a  life
into a  darkening sky .

KD 24/1/15

The Mag No. 255 is here

12 comments:

  1. even in the darkness and despair the poem voices a wish for some light

    Have a lovely Sunday

    much love...

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  2. The last lines really said it all.. I think I would need even more gin.

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  3. This has some dark images and I am with Bjorn, I would need some gin in these dark hours.

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  4. Judith Hearne has found a way forward ...good work !

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  5. A poem full of startling imagery, as iridescent as any starling.

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  6. The gin in the cranberry glass was particularly vivid to me.

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  7. Sounds like a magical experience to me!

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  8. I love vintage cranberry glass...and as a nail-nibbler I can relate...

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  9. So well done. I especially liked the nails bitten raw and ten lashes.

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  10. I know many who multiply crocodile tears and create drama :)
    Well expressed!

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  11. Some great imagery here Kay. Full of magic, mystery, and raw life. :-)

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