Poetry Blogs (bohemian)
So many nights I have rested beneath the unnerved sky,
plucking the strings of a lyre.
Sacrificed made decisions to be free-spirited.
I'm living the life of a Bohemian
comforted by desires and serenity
just like a canvas invites paint to a dance.
Red wine spices my tongue
feeling the essence as I swallow.
Wiping the discoloured effect from my lips.
Strewn grass caresses my feet
Sunday 26th July 2020 7:51 pm
In the 1980s there was anger in the air
Thatcher’s children breathing fire with bile-fuelled despair
And thick, treacly green gel bound my spiky hair
The Mary Chain’s screeches echoed in my ears
Morrissey’s tortured words fuelled my every angst and fear
A bedroom rebel hiding from the day-glo Tory cheers
Oh how I felt so Bohemian then
Wham’s false jollity was d...
Saturday 17th August 2013 3:13 pm