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Piecemeal So many of my friends even my family want labels. Want each part of me divided parsed into neatly organised boxes drawers shelves folders trashcans My hands should go into that grey box marked in black letters worker My ears should go into a piano bench tagged with a sticky note where everything is music My … Continue reading Poetry Marathon: final poem! (#12) ~ use line from a book (where everything is music)
in the country of belief In the country of belief old women read cards draw them from pouches embroidered with bronze and gold offer ways to light the dark **************************** I lost two cities, lovely ones tight streets unfolding to the eye. Boys rise up in old men, wings begin to sprout and the ports … Continue reading poetry marathon, prompt #11: country
“And if my colours all run dry…” I’m being followed by a plague doctor plague doctor plague doctor Fœtid breath of death Slip of leather soles over stone I hear him creeping closer. Behind his beaky mask lurk no colours. His eyes as dry as his clawed fingers, curled into talons rend & tear rend & … Continue reading poetry marathon prompt #10: poem in response to ‘moonshadow’
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