Friday 28 March 2008

Elegy




Three days unfound
Like treasure
Morbid treasure
Ashen faced officer
Finds no pleasure
Rank ordure
Catalyses age
Lines crows
Feet he grows
Youthfully old

We all fall
Romantic notions
Innocence, Grace
Cannot compare
Officer paces nervously
The eggshell head
Wetly corrupt
Impressionistic red
Porcelain sink reserves
Right to remain
Silent

1 comment:

Typewriter said...

Love the pace, imagery, colours, tightness of the words. Well crafted =)