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Mouth dry as an Egyptian coffin

I lie, a heap of ashes in your arms

Young passion is so wet and green

in age it darkens into smoke and bone


Smoulder up to death’s dark curtain darling

Dust to dust you always will be mine

My heart, a fire pit of braziers burning

Who knows when it is for the final time?





deathlovedoom and gloom

◄ watching paint

the sea by night ►


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Dave Bradley

Wed 22nd Jun 2011 18:23

Excellent poem, Ann - I think Izz could be right about that last line though

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Wed 22nd Jun 2011 17:53

or 'who knows when, our final time?'

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Julian (Admin)

Wed 22nd Jun 2011 17:48

who knows when it's our final time?

lovley imagery

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Wed 22nd Jun 2011 17:28

I like this one Ann - 'smoulder up to death's dark curtain' is a good line and I like the idea of egyptian imagery.

I feel that last line could be changed to make it flow better - not sure how though.

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Dave Carr

Wed 22nd Jun 2011 17:11

I love the first line.
I need a beer.

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