deepundergroundpoetry.com
Oil Fire
I ran outside
to a canvass melting
in an oil fire,
each stroke sacrificed
to the sky burning
in acrylic scented smoke,
voices screaming in rapture
Burn! Burn! Burn!
to a canvass melting
in an oil fire,
each stroke sacrificed
to the sky burning
in acrylic scented smoke,
voices screaming in rapture
Burn! Burn! Burn!
Published 23rd Dec 2014
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 4
reading list entries 0
comments 8
reads 612
Commenting Preference:
The author encourages honest critique.
Anonymous
23rd Dec 2014 9:32pm
Great painting of words,matthe...
23rd Dec 2014 11:44pm
24th Dec 2014 1:46am
this is quite short n a piece that connects to in a dejavu feel, often frequented. i sense a pyre..in hymns. Ur metaphors do the work. Liked this.
24th Dec 2014 3:37pm
24th Dec 2014 8:51am
24th Dec 2014 3:37pm
28th Dec 2014 12:54pm
nothing like a toxi-fire to
stir
the m'asses passions.......
a well-done brevity, sir basso
28th Dec 2014 4:07pm
