porcelain
Bruise the night
Burn the flesh
Unused skin lay down
Amidst the thistle
Legs spread wide
Miles away from town
Led from heaven
Into dusk
Though the glance was fleeting
Eyes roll back
Lips apart
Chance the fateful meeting
Comments
Great three minutes worth, Stu, let out of the bottle of memory. Love uncorked. For me the first time was completely unmemorable, unlike your poem.
this took me 3 minutes but i needed to prove i could write something after all the found poetry. its fun but it does somewhat limit your creativity.
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Martin Elder
Fri 9th Oct 2015 19:59
I think this is an excellent three minutes worth