I curl inwards
Though no sleeping rose am I
Waiting for tomorrow’s sun
Protecting the bloom
Tighter and tighter until it hurts
Fingers curling, toes, too
A spine made willow
Bent by autumn storms
This is the life you’ve granted
Sights and sounds
Growling through the dusk
Moaning through the midnight
Weeping till the dawn
An emotional contraction
I’ll never unfurl
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Richard
Richard M. Ankers
Author of the brand new steampunk extravaganza Britannia Unleashed.
She plays his bones like a glockenspiel
He likes how it tickles
He grins at how her skull echoes
She just glad he’s talking in her ear
Theirs is a musical marriage
Hollow notes and ricochets
A tickle of the ivories, they say
But who ever played their own
Such skeletal explanations multiply
As their symphony develops
How grateful are the moles and worms
Now they’ve taken it below
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Richard
Richard M. Ankers
Author of the brand new steampunk extravaganza Britannia Unleashed.
windswept whisperings
a seasonal change of clothes
russet swirls of death
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Richard
Richard M. Ankers
Author of the brand new steampunk extravaganza Britannia Unleashed.
This dismissed state
Lived through daily
Its snowflake touch
Transcending normality
Its inherent pain
Unavoidable
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Richard
Richard M. Ankers
Author of the brand new steampunk extravaganza Britannia Unleashed.
what once ran so clear
divides this world from the next
green is the colour
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Richard
Richard M. Ankers
Author of the brand new steampunk extravaganza Britannia Unleashed.
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