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Golden Mountain Foot
Earwigs heard
emerging harried
from their snug of rot
sunflowers - a home - composting
off-yellow backs on dead-yellow plaque
death-driven bedfellows
Light, so less temperate in a rain shadow
spruce saplings fanned - a someday fence
sentinels in trimmings
spiderweb terraces
spanned interim gaps
The scurriers told me all
Bare gritty feet
risking all on bike pedal teeth;
now I'll nevermore ride open-toed...
Funereal tender killdeer wailed - ashen chirps
crushed in heart
even before their eggs were
It's always wise to hone your moanings...
Dusk drew it's own shrouds
exhaling murk
like graveyard vapors
Published 16th Oct 2018
Author's Note
Some imagery from childhood.
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
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17th Oct 2018 2:20am
AtoMik.. wish i had a reading list open.. this is brilliant, really dig your depth.. i'm hypnotized.. nice ink..
Dave
Dave
17th Oct 2018 5:15am
I totally understand, knowing that you like it is meaningful enough dude! Thank you :) Hope all is well for you.
17th Oct 2018 12:26pm
Some childhood memories aren't all candy apples and merry-go-rounds.
Well captured, AtomikOne.
Well captured, AtomikOne.
17th Oct 2018 2:40pm
17th Oct 2018 5:48pm
I love throwing the imagery from my childhood into my work, its like splattering paint on a canvas with a sling of the arm, I dig it. very earthy tones and vocab with a bit of childhood disfigurement thrown in for good measure. well penned.
20th Oct 2018 3:23am
