Submissions by PlasticinePolly

When her head is buried in the Cello's chest
As the world spins on regardless
Tea stained maps, golden ocre's sun
She melds his form harmonious

No longer drowned in the screams of earth
Nor the torture sustained by man
Just a dainty tool
His Harpsichord
To be plucked by a knowing hand

And their orchestra plays a lovers encore
Between the silence of a delicate dusk
Of drums, percussions, grand symphony
As the wood pigeon cooed hush hush

His baton flicks to their chiffon tones
As the shadows extend their...

She sits swooning
Translucent droplets from
Her left hind missing
Paw .....
Wee rabbit
Gazes at the final Tablet
To take or not to take
That be her conundrum

Les finale escape....

Turquoise dripping scarlet
Blood and Moody blues
Burnt fingers stroke a gauged pulled heart
Pouring tears
And the weeds they gather
Bearing witness too...

She was shot
By the gates of Dead Mans Cemetery
By the perfect Pervert Boar
Who smite with a quill through the smile of a  barrel ...