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Rich and Dis-Spirited

I saw you that Sunday afternoon resplendent in your finery and pacing in the room, the jewels you wore so casually, dripping from ears you turned from me, a pretender in full bloom You leaned against the mantelpiece as though … Continue reading

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I : for Prompt 27 Curse

The I that is I rages against all unity Ferociously independent, unique consciousness may yearn for connectedness but not at the expense of the I Love is still self-referential Carrying the spark, the urge for self-knowledge through the mirror of … Continue reading

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Follow the Owl

She perched upon your hand She whispered ‘Understand!’ She told you wisdom deep Such secrets you could keep You followed as she flew To places no-one knew These depths within her eyes Minerva’s sweet disguise I say, follow the owl … Continue reading

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With The Band

She said that she was with the band She seemed to think we’d understand She said she lived just here backstage She never slept and never aged She said she’d found the fount of youth The band was wise, the … Continue reading

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Incongruent Fur

The thing was It was incongruent fur It tipped me off To an otherwise Effortless guise The hair wet and slicked back And so hurriedly dressed But across shivering shoulders This fur jacket was pressed The thing was It was … Continue reading

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Modern Day Muse

Brief as a tweet On line communion Hearts are italics Fluid-less union Wit is all brevity Blink and you’ll miss Feather-stroke touches Barely a kiss It’s all in the stats dear The times that you’re liked Momentary inspiration Popularity spikes … Continue reading

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Cinematique

She had mystique Cinematique Famous directors Brooded on her face But of such passion Never a trace Never a trace She was sympathetic Cinematique But for their yearning She felt not a thing This bird barely spoke And never would … Continue reading

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Into The Evening

Carrying her small clutchbag She lingered at the street light Her cheekbones cut like razors Flooded in the spotlight Into the evening She slipped and swayed As though the rising sun itself Could be delayed Her hair a mane of … Continue reading

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In With The New

I’ve had enough of you In with the new I liked the dark and cold But now it’s stale and old Your cynicism charmed For moments there disarmed But it’s dull to my view I’m calling in the new I want … Continue reading

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Scarlet

They called her Scarlet Just like her lips Between the name and the soul Something else trips She’s like the moon’s parade At the eclipse Such a name, Scarlet Deep and red stained Wild was her nature With nothing contained … Continue reading

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