A Melody

Member since 2003 · Posted 29 Mar 2006 · 2 comments

These sunken rivulets Firestormed barrels And wicked homes do me wrong Tired child absorbs it All the maelstrom and the fear Strikes me with glib anyhows Oh water Oh busy busy Darlings in the meadow's green Bashful succubus in tangled arms Her frightening Wood-speckled pallor Flouts the forest features Spills the taciturn embrace Cursed power And swan's grace I seethe I shudder and burn To a gross despairing end I crowd what most exile In the soil where we all pass For standing waves Of flirting grass

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[7] Garrett S Sexton 29-Mar-06/11:49 AM Reply

Unique character. Powerful form, slighly up it's own botty. 7

[9] Ranger 30-Mar-06/12:50 PM Reply

Smoothly done, violent like a game. The imagery is very strong (as with most of your stuff, come to think of it!)