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
even in the darkness and despair the poem voices a wish for some light
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much love...
The last lines really said it all.. I think I would need even more gin.
ReplyDeleteThis has some dark images and I am with Bjorn, I would need some gin in these dark hours.
ReplyDeleteJudith Hearne has found a way forward ...good work !
ReplyDeleteA poem full of startling imagery, as iridescent as any starling.
ReplyDeleteThe gin in the cranberry glass was particularly vivid to me.
ReplyDeleteSounds like a magical experience to me!
ReplyDeleteI love vintage cranberry glass...and as a nail-nibbler I can relate...
ReplyDeleteSo well done. I especially liked the nails bitten raw and ten lashes.
ReplyDeleteI know many who multiply crocodile tears and create drama :)
ReplyDeleteWell expressed!
Some great imagery here Kay. Full of magic, mystery, and raw life. :-)
ReplyDeleteEssence of drama--great poem.
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