Tuesday, November 29, 2011
Funeral pyre
Blackened and harsh is this soil of mine
Where scorched earth and smokey sky entwine
Planted feet germinate black soles
Wells like somber eyes filled with kohl
Once a golden green shire
Now afire, my heart made its pyre
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2 comments:
Love this!In a sort of breathless, dark,wrenching way. Brilliant!
Thanks for the love storm.
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