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
Your imagery is powerful - so gripping in the first stanza, warmer in the second. A powerful write, very vivid.
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I wouldn't recognize this garden by Eve ~
Thanks for participating Sreeja & wishing you happy week ~
Chilling.
ReplyDeleteThe garden painted in so vivid and sad colors.. the deer a victim of the tigress' claws- Wonderful but sad-
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