Monday 9 February 2015

Wicked songs and dances

The van mocked an opera house
Where the songs of a pack of wolves synchronized
With the convulsions of a deer tore open
Flesh , flesh, flesh, blood smeared, what poetry in it?

Curves mellow with love
Eyes of a deer, long and black, dances
As tender as a flower bursting open trembling
When sun-kissed with warm golden rays
Demons, dementia ate their poetry, now weird maniacs

Eve’s garden should no longer bore deer
A tigress with stripes and claws should steal the show







5 comments:

  1. Your imagery is powerful - so gripping in the first stanza, warmer in the second. A powerful write, very vivid.

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  3. When sun-kissed with warm golden rays
    Demons, dementia ate their poetry, now weird maniacs

    I wouldn't recognize this garden by Eve ~

    Thanks for participating Sreeja & wishing you happy week ~

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  4. The garden painted in so vivid and sad colors.. the deer a victim of the tigress' claws- Wonderful but sad-

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