rapscallion your cold heart let you down
it knew you too well with your veins of ferns
you shimmered in the wide heat your plans
were laid as eggs
your playground the dregs of
a subcontinent
the sun your mentor
who showed you mercy
even with your silly grin
but none to your scrabbling prey
not even aware
they'd been taken in.
Hi Ray,
Has a slight Beat Poetry feel to the piece. Intriguing imagery:
veins of ferns..
..a subcontiment/ the sun your mentor
Perfect.
Suki
<Deleted User> (18118)
Fri 23rd Feb 2018 21:19
Love this poem.
Rich in imagery and words.
Hannah
It starts off so well ray with that lovely word Rapscallion and just goes on in a like minded vine. Love the whole piece
Marvellous
If you wish to post a comment you must login.
This site uses cookies. By continuing to browse, you are agreeing to our use of cookies.
raypool
Sat 24th Feb 2018 18:24
Thanks Martin, so pleased you liked that word; just seemed to gel.
That's good, David; just trying to do a descriptive piece for its own sake . I imagine Billy Graham as a popout in a birthday card with an audio clip to boot, coming back to life and scaring the shit out of us.
Cheers, Hannah. A bit of an experiment in description.
Always welcome comments Suki. I tried scrambling the lines to give a jagged look. I'm no expert but glad you liked it.
Thanks Col, and Des for the likes.
Ray