Thursday, December 18, 2008

Thursday Prompts 21:25

Ivory, Peacocks

Nodding by the fire

I leant on a gate

Today we have the naming of parts

Don't ask ME!

Oh, I have slipped the pull of earth

For a journey, a journey, such a long journey

Small lawns, small people, and echoing TVs

Only the monstrous anger

They've closed the new road, try the valley


No prayers, no bells

Bloody men are like bloody scooters

I got on a half-empty train


We walked all day through a tall, swaying heat

His black heart

He did not wear his scarlet coat

I have been so great a lover

The sky is good for flying, Mrs Jones

Among long-discarded vestments

I remember, I remember


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