everything here is slate grey and forgotten
its raining ash
there is a statue of a man with long hair and lightning
it’s raining ash
i kick through people’s lives like autumn leaves
it’s raining ash
in secret windows candles burn black crow cries
it’s raining ash
there is fire in the sky and ice in your lies
it’s raining ash
the screaming stopped days ago
it’s raining ash
my body is empty my skin soiled slick
it’s raining ash
it’s raining ash
it’s raining ash
it’s raining ash
challenge accepted! i like that line too. i wrote this after i finished reading 'the road' by cormac mccarthy. a fine book indeed. yuletide felicitations. hope you had a great festive period. mine was exhausting. only a month until little buck #2 arrives. must catch up on sleep!
There is one glorious line in this Stu that I think you could turn into a poem of its own. The imagery in this particular poem seems a little...haphazard and abstract.
The line I mean is this:
i kick through people’s lives like autumn leaves
I think this sums up us poets nicely ;)
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Laura Taylor
Thu 7th Jan 2016 11:44
Great - I look forward to it!
Brilliant book that, I applaud your literary taste ;) Have you read the Border Trilogy? Great first two books but I found the third more than tricky.
I can see now where you've come from with this. What a joyful read over the festive period ha :D
And yes, felicitations backatcha :D
Wooo - exciting!