school project

Cherry

By celticman

Sat, 04 Jul 2015
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4 comments
 

you purl kisses into a corner of eternity

my body an empty bucket

filling slowly from the tingle of teeth

feet in a slow dance of time

swell and the gourd finding space

seed ripe to the core

greed grows captive to the touch

wedded to your breath

weaving myself like a sticky-willow

minutes build a monument of folly

 

Adult weariness broods your face

Read the runes of a heart

In cheekbones taut as chains

Fork of our future – falling

In Lilith’s eyes

Friends you say

Good friends we’ll stay.

 

http://unbound.co.uk/books/lily-poole(link is external)

Certificate PG
Poem
Drama

Comments

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hi Jack, 

genius use of words with some wonderful metaphors, wish I could only write like this.

Very much enjoyed.

Jenny.

 

 

Submitted by celticman on

you can and do. We just inhabit different spaces. No one can see like you. 

 

Submitted by VeraClark on

Bloody hell, I'm miles behind on your stack of work. I really liked this. So much in it. 'Purl kisses' and 'runes of a heart' are gorgeous. It reminded me of my own school disco and looking round at the folks I slow danced with - well - I see now their greying hair and shiny pig scalps and - they weren't all that.

 

Submitted by celticman on

the school dance Vera, a mighty land, full of deserts and snakes and this be the end of the world - or something like that. Thanks for reading.