Edge
Aging tulips bow their
Crisp oxblood heads
Like dying embers
An elegant silver blade
Anxiously points toward
The obsidian window
Frail with disappointment
I stagnate by the sink
An inert phantom
Surrounded by walls.
Comments
Wow, thank you Cynthia. Your feedback and appreciation means so much to me.
I think this is superb, Scarlet. The fragile richness of these few words, expressing so much in so little, is real poetic sympathy. IMO, very few of us really grasp this essential power in our own writings.
thanks very much Stu!
elements of kate bush, liz fraser and mary shelley all in one. love it. crisp oxblood heads is lovely. starts out fantastical then descends into personal. nice to see you back!
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David Blake
Tue 1st Mar 2016 00:04
Intriguing. Looking forward to reading more of your work. DB.