As it is?
By seafret
Sun, 03 Nov 2013
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The washed-clean world wavers, dips,
Shakes itself legitimate
Spits out a hen's tooth, a curate's egg, a unicorn embryo
Denies the night before
The fake blood caked mud pound shop gore
Roars "I am the world reborn in mist and hint of frost
I am substantial. Lost souls are banished.
Famished ghosts consigned out of sight out of mind.
I stand for the right, napped children in daylight. Sweat shops
Where toil can be quantified. Deep fried foods.
Teacher's wages.
See me, I am real."
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Great poem, seafret! Love
Permalink Submitted by Luke Neima on
Great poem, seafret! Love these lines:
'Denies the night before
The fake blood caked mud pound shop gore'
Great halloween rhyming.
Glad I stumbled across this one - Luke
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I liked this. A lot of pure
Permalink Submitted by KateReamer on
I liked this. A lot of pure insight which just makes the poem that much better.
Kate
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Your play with fantasy and
Your play with fantasy and reality makes some sharp contrasts. The succint style works well.
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I liked this when I first
I liked this when I first read it and I still like it now. Really good poem.
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