lucid (Remove filter)
From Beyond a Dream
The ballet dancers swim outside my doors,
And pluck at scarlet fruits behind my eyes;
They pirouette in seven’s, eight’s and nine’s
Then drown in reddened lakes in twenty-four’s.
Their sodden tutu’s, drink them up through straws
And on their bloated bodies, here, do dine -
They make the most delicious cherry wine
So do not think their death was without cause!
Then from their shelled rema...
And pluck at scarlet fruits behind my eyes;
They pirouette in seven’s, eight’s and nine’s
Then drown in reddened lakes in twenty-four’s.
Their sodden tutu’s, drink them up through straws
And on their bloated bodies, here, do dine -
They make the most delicious cherry wine
So do not think their death was without cause!
Then from their shelled rema...
Tuesday 24th September 2013 11:35 am
Recent Comments
Tom Doolan on Shimmering Light
40 minutes ago
Tom Doolan on One Tear at a Time
43 minutes ago
David RL Moore on Tales of the Riverbank
1 hour ago
Stephen Gospage on Evan Tyler
1 hour ago
Stephen Gospage on The End of His Tether
1 hour ago
Stephen Gospage on One Tear at a Time
2 hours ago
David RL Moore on A Life in the Day
3 hours ago
Tom Doolan on St George’s Day
3 hours ago
Larisa Rzhepishevska on St George’s Day
4 hours ago
Bethany Sallis on SPIKE-LIKE
11 hours ago