jocasta awakens from a dream

a breath away from sunrise, she swallows the neon light

that casts xylophonic slivers on to the cardboard walls

draped in nothing but a smile she whirls;

cyclonic amongst the explosion of monarchs

stained glass skippers she catches in her hand

some flying free, some crushed beneath bare feet

like panic breaths taken while held underwater

and when the sun turns up the volume on the day she will

open the blinds and let perfection thrash her corneas

stare straight in to the screaming mouth of luminescence

and erupt in to a new day, full of exquisite green hope

🌷 (4)

◄ the brokenhearted fugitives will meet on street corners and dance like flowers again

me and Annie (or is it Annie and i) (or poem which succeeded a period of time in which i only read e.e. cummings) ►


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Martin Elder

Sat 6th Jan 2018 23:05

fabulous poem Stu. David mentioning its cinematic effect makes me think of a piece in black and white.
and happy new year

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Stu Buck

Wed 3rd Jan 2018 17:15

and the same to you suki


(even though its recorded in august)

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suki spangles

Tue 2nd Jan 2018 15:43


Wishing you a Happy New Year!


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Stu Buck

Tue 2nd Jan 2018 10:29

thanks both!

i received stephen fry's 'mythos' for christmas (thanks to a wonderful partner) - havent dug in to it properly yet but its his modern(ish) retelling of the greek myths and looks to be excellent

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Wolfgar Miere

Tue 2nd Jan 2018 09:33

Hi Stu,

Like the terrifying awakening of a God, cinematic in its imagery and scope. You are in full flow here, no one does this better.

Thanks for setting me off brushing up my mythology, wonderful stuff.


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Colin Hill

Tue 2nd Jan 2018 08:14

spectacular imagery that pulsates on the page - a moment in time captured in a swooping butterfly net.

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