Swamp

By Lem

Wed, 17 Oct 2012
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6 comments
 

Azure green and teal and ochre
scents of earth and warm and damp
sweet and rich and of decay
Amber half-light does not warm
marks declining day
Leaves are but forest whispers
breathing secrets while we walk
knee-deep in rattling husks, dried souls
or dreams which might have been
Freckled light spots green glass waters
nature’s living lace
Trail your fingers through the limpid reeds-
teeming and growling
keening and moaning
sink into my velvet waters
mute the world, pale Ophélie.

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Comments

Submitted by maisie on
for me, the poem happens here. "Freckled light spots green glass waters nature’s living lace Trail your fingers through the limpid reeds- teeming and growling keening and moaning sink into my velvet waters mute the world, pale Ophélie." the rest is window dressings of the wrong sort... :) for you, I may appear as tomato sauce.. ;)

maisie angel Guess what?  I'm still alive!

Submitted by Lem on
Oh nuts, you're right. It changes colour halfway through! This is why I haven't written anything proper for months, my ideas are all mashed up :(

Submitted by scratch on
I think that you should be perfectly happy with it lem. I like the whole thing.

 

Submitted by Highhat on
I certainly think you should be happy with it too Lem- you captured the whole Autumn experience. I liked this very much-

Submitted by ItsSteveDave on
This is expansive, a massive poem - it takes you everywhere in autumn, but in so few lines. Efficient and fantastic writing.

Submitted by Kahdai on
I like that it changes colour :)

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