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Plenty
Summer's black fruit
rapes my tongue with sweetness
I taste the sky melting
and ghosts of childhood live
Meadows bloom behind my eyes
I lie on a bed of cricket song
where kingdoms kneel
before a throne of cornflower blue
Sun drenched rabbits drool
and the fox
too lazy to kill for pleasure
grows fatter by the day
Published 4th Aug 2010
| Edited 19th Sep 2014
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5th Aug 2010 4:55pm
I really like this. The second line is so unexpected even early as it is in the work. Its a nice unbalancing act throughout the whole thing.
As a funny addendum: Anytime I read "cornflower blue" I think of Fight Club.
As a funny addendum: Anytime I read "cornflower blue" I think of Fight Club.
5th Aug 2010 5:57pm
The images you create are just like summer..ripe and alive. You've captured it all perfectly.
17th Jun 2012 5:23pm
Thanks for reading and leaving a comment. Plenty was written in the middle of a heatwave - a far cry from this year's English summer. I'm already on my third umbrella.
Glad you enjoyed ~ Abra
Glad you enjoyed ~ Abra
