Courts Change Course

trapezoidal silhouette in a charcoal doorway reading from dusty books of names
fingerless hands, shady palms the statuette
corner goes around another block and back again,
feel this dimension dwindle down into a pair of sunset eyes
another mystery of electricity lost in islands of memory 
devoured by the sea's senseless appetite,
fear nothing it's only time having a go, taking a given away
murky waters will rise and fall, until bones swim out of their skins
formations of crossing patterns read you tea leaves burned for fuel 
good luck and fair sailing, sing of the horizontal score written 
at long last.



Poetry by Chaucer Whethers The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2014-04-08 at 08:06

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An intriguing write from my friends at Yhe Avian View. I'm drawn in by the trapezoidal silhouette, musing whether it's someone in a cloak and what might be the nature of their dusty materials. Against this, sunset eyes are piercing, the more so when linked with islands and (in my mind) cerulean sea. Yet just as waves of colour have arrived, so murk resumes, though not without its patterns of tea leaves accompanied by song. Altogether, it is quite a trip for BirdBrains – applause!
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