rustling her twilight-purple taffeta dress
soiled, stained from ashes
the creak of the door -
she'd been dancing
in the flames again
leaning in to press
rosebud smudged lips
up close, cupping the cold glass aquarium window
to kiss the darting,
fleeting little lives behind the glass
flicker; the lights off kitchen tiles
yellow and brown 'neath dusty feet -
sepia flavoured powder memories, but
she laughs tinkling
bluebell shadows from last summer
and i sat pouring
bitter ginger root tea
from a broken teapot
all chipped gold and pink petaled flowers
a faded spark in my heart jumps
and told her she was me
_
surprising, how random words can blossom a story.
i hope you enjoyed that.
here're some for you:
astute
splatter
stardust
wrinkle
candy
band-aid
shiver
i fall asleep to the hum of my household, the chiming of children and the teapot rolling steam from its spout.
im dreaming,
of adelaide and a girl with ashes across
the tafetta hem of her skirts that flicker and fly
into her eyes as her fingers dig deeper into the roots
that branch from where he was planted.
Devious Comments
--
Ah, Opium. The mass of the children...
- Wild Oscare on Opium
my spaz.
last.fm
--
Do you still believe in stars?
*tangledseaweed ~ art / photos
in this unknown ground
and still
no fruit
no spark yet found
....
this is what i could come up with...for now
--
...
write more! and give me some words.
--
Do you still believe in stars?
*tangledseaweed ~ art / photos
to plant myself in
curious of the remains
--that were the elders
and the elders now are--
show me a flicker
a sign not to go on
for if I plant myself in ash
the fruit shall be forlorn
I didn't know I could write like that.
--
...
despair
speck
hope
love
justice
sprinkle
weary
humility
twilight
step
--
...
soiled, stained from ashes
the creak of the door -
she'd been dancing
in the flames again
leaning in to press
rosebud smudged lips
up close, cupping the cold glass aquarium window
to kiss the darting,
fleeting little lives behind the glass
flicker; the lights off kitchen tiles
yellow and brown 'neath dusty feet -
sepia flavoured powder memories, but
she laughs tinkling
bluebell shadows from last summer
and i sat pouring
bitter ginger root tea
from a broken teapot
all chipped gold and pink petaled flowers
a faded spark in my heart jumps
and told her she was me
_
surprising, how random words can blossom a story.
i hope you enjoyed that.
here're some for you:
astute
splatter
stardust
wrinkle
candy
band-aid
shiver
--
lovebites.
im dreaming,
of adelaide and a girl with ashes across
the tafetta hem of her skirts that flicker and fly
into her eyes as her fingers dig deeper into the roots
that branch from where he was planted.
~~
words for you
dragonfly
soot
embers
yoghurt
peaches
ice
electricity.
=]]
--
La Belle Dame Sans Merci xxx
--
Do you still believe in stars?
*tangledseaweed ~ art / photos
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