Culture Vultures
We scan, encircle, hover and watch,
Reap dying flesh like vultures.
Tear the sinew from the bones of life,
Re-phrase and call it culture.
Fear my shadow, crawl away.
Scratch at the earth in fear.
I see you naked in the light,
And will write for all to hear.
The pen is more deadlier than the talon, Nicola. I just picked out this one of yours after you kindly liking on Considerata, thanks. A stark offering and a predatory one that works so well!
Ray
Thanks guys you are always very kind.
I have to confess I know nothing of blogging or what to include, and what not to. I added this because it's short and snappy and gave me chance to add a cool pic :)
There's your next muse Nigel, "The Rent Collector".
I'm really pleased with this month's theme; "Full Moon" it's definitely one I can have fun with.
Thank for all the encouragement and patience whilst I'm learning, I really do appreciate it. xx
glad to see you have blogged this Nicola. really enjoyed your stuff last night - this one in particular.
great stuff x
Nicola I absolutely love this poem and when I heard it last night I was going to say to you - - - why not put it on the site you must have read my mind!
P .S that vulture looks a bit like my old rent collector when he wanted his money.
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Nicola Hulme
Wed 31st Jan 2018 21:05
Thanks Ray, I really must blog my work, I haven’t posted anything for ages. Your comments have reminded me to get my finger out! Thanks