Mouth dry as an Egyptian coffin
I lie, a heap of ashes in your arms
Young passion is so wet and green
in age it darkens into smoke and bone
Smoulder up to death’s dark curtain darling
Dust to dust you always will be mine
My heart, a fire pit of braziers burning
Who knows when it is for the final time?
or 'who knows when, our final time?'
who knows when it's our final time?
lovley imagery
I like this one Ann - 'smoulder up to death's dark curtain' is a good line and I like the idea of egyptian imagery.
I feel that last line could be changed to make it flow better - not sure how though.
Ann,
I love the first line.
I need a beer.
Dave
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Dave Bradley
Wed 22nd Jun 2011 18:23
Excellent poem, Ann - I think Izz could be right about that last line though