Title : Conversations with you.
You came
with ravens chattering
the streak of wisdom
for all to see
so
shameless
Streams of women
flow from your lips
river cries
carried upon black wing
to crease the sky
so that man
with his many oiled fingers
cannot smooth it down again
Beautifulterrible
uttering charms
of change in silverstone purity
beneath mouthed obligations.
Carve your visage to
my skin
so I too
may speak with ravens
7 comments:
I see the black bird magic is invading your poems too.
Or was always there I suppose.
Invading lol
Yes, well, this is the one I wrote
for that image on your blog remember?
the raven woman
oh yeah, I thought I had read beautifulterrible somewhere before.
The last line seems to me as though it should read:
so I too may speak with ravens ?
hmmmm
*scratches chin thoughtfully*
I see what your saying
Ill see if I can edit
how are ya this morn kid?
oh I did it
how cool lol
yeah, that looks better.
Thankyou as always
your advice is sage
and stunningly stylish
*grin*
I should of been Dr Seuss
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