Submissions by Strangeways_Rob

Metaphor hanging from my front door
Knuckled knocking fist builds gallows.
Moon and wind fill the garden, with
Darkened leaves torn from their home.

Veins in my hands are
Shaped as a felled tree.
Lost the ease of being in my own skin.

From frosting window
Shoeless child ties knots in laces.
In window frost a written vision, perhaps -

Her map will be a mirror
On her lap, she will paint it black -
Nail varnish from Mother’s
Bedside medicine cabinet.

A stolen C Minor crushes
Piano rib cages, ...