#poetrz

[behind-scopes]

"Love and a cough

cannot be concealed.

Even a small cough.

Even a small love."

As it's been said, Anne Sexton

[phoebewritesatnight]

Sun in her hair

She wore sun in her hair like flowers

 Summer skies she had for eyes

 Cracks in her skin, porcelain

 Her touch one of morning dew

[friwryte-blog]

Under

kiss under the table

the moments pass

the guests asps

slither back into the their cars

we in linger

among the leftover pheasants

the smell of ginger

sweat of the fresh mown lawn

[drewdaves-blog]

Half innocent

I craved the smell

burnt marsh mellow love

black caramel

sugar white

one touch

one feel

one forget

start from the beginning

[drewdaves-blog]

Burn

My hands wrapped

in paraffin

holding wicks unlit

I am not well

my mind is not fit

[drewdaves-blog]

Transform

I wrapped my self up

in the loose sheets

slivers of quivers

in gibberish

brought on by fevers

till my home was

a warren

and my ears grew long

[friwryte-blog]

Reignbow

for every finger a paint

a taint

malformed

look at these hands

abhorrent

in their art

colors smeared on canvas

[mediumaevum]

When God saw that the world was so over proud, He sent a dearth on earth, and made it full hard. A bushel of wheat was at four shillings or more, Of which men might have had a quarter before.... And then they turned pale who had laughed so loud, And they became all docile who before were so proud. A man's heart might bleed for to hear the cry Of poor men who called out, "Alas! For hunger I die ...!

Poem on the Evil Times of Edward II, c. 1321.

(Great famine 1315-1317)