Thursday, July 26, 2012



Skein of familiarity.....
Skin-veneered canvas stretched over
Skull, too heavy for upright,
Scales and dips towards nourishing enemy
Schooled that way, the parching....cruel;
Scuppered yet by rotting tide.

Grain of sensibility.....
Grey-splattered lantern hangs inside
Groin, too smoking for alight,
Growls and yelps towards flourishing enemy
Groomed that way, the yearning....cruel;
Garrotted yet by stomping time.

Maureen Walsh - July 2012

Ciao for now!

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