Lust

By rosaliekempthorne

Wed, 07 Jun 2017
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2 comments
 

Splashing lights

Bright colours,

The shuffling of bodies; the crunching of music, of conversation;

Flickering prospects;

the doors flik-flak open and closed.

 

She flows through the gaps,

A mercury lady,

Unalloyed silver.

A mist of silence, a touch of magic.

The world slows,

Shutter speed doubles,

The rhythm picks up where it left off.

 

Picture credit/discredit: author's own work

Certificate 12
Poem
Collection: Deadly
Inspiration Point (work that responds to our weekly writing cue)

Comments

Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on

great offering for the IP - I particularly like that second stanza

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

I liked the atmosphere of that first stanza, which then leads nicely in to the mystery of the second stanza.

Good I P. By the way, I like the picture goes well with the poem.

Jenny.