muddy water, verdant earth

the captive closes her eyes..

 

she floats on clouds

 

memories sweep the valley like a swift breeze

that whispers that the river cannot take her soul

 

rushing waters usher the past

forward into the present

 

there is a girl child on the bank--

emphatically she speaks,

"the lion can bite you

or the lion can lick you."

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elPintor

Sat 24th Sep 2016 13:54

Hi, David and Stu,

Thanks for commenting and I'm happy you both liked it. I wavered a bit about even posting this one, but I'm glad I did.

elP x

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Stu Buck

Fri 23rd Sep 2016 12:35

this is excellent. your writing is so beguiling and intriguing, and so open to interpretation (not vague in a bad way, just i always feel when i read your poetry that you are merely spinning a web that can be traversed in many different ways).

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Wolfgar Miere

Fri 23rd Sep 2016 09:38

Hi elP,

really like this.

The first six lines had me imagining the moments the axe hangs above the neck of the victim, and what is passing through the mind in those moments.

The girl on the bank, seems to be beckoning and offering assurance, waiting.

Its a powerful image.

David.

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