eclipse Posted August 21, 2011 Share Posted August 21, 2011 Sleeping rough on Whitby beach, I woke after my sanity expired. Three ghosts started a fire and taught me how to make glass from sand and flames. I had to juggle glass moons as an audition for the afterlife, I managed to dodge knives of fire hurled by the three spirits. We made a crystal ball to watch the people of Whitby's nightmares come to fruition. From haunted exhalations on the flames a glass ocean was made for our journey to the next life, I kept a moon to light our way. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Larsen M. Callirhoe Posted August 22, 2011 Share Posted August 22, 2011 absolutely awesome poem that is very multi-layered. the methaphors speak to me spiritually and physically. much enjoyed the read!!! thank you. victor michael Quote Larsen M. Callirhoe Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
David W. Parsley Posted August 22, 2011 Share Posted August 22, 2011 Definitely another score. A significant poetic voice is gathering force here. - Dave Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Larsen M. Callirhoe Posted August 22, 2011 Share Posted August 22, 2011 amen to that comment dave. you said: "A significant poetic voice is gathering force here." victor Quote Larsen M. Callirhoe Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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