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Oscar_Locke

Australia

In this country the animals
have the faces of
animals.

Their eyes
flash once in car headlights
and are gone.

Their deaths are not elegant.

They have the faces of
no-one.

~ The animals in that country, Margaret Atwood

Message to Readers

trying to develop my poetic voice.

the colour of my shadows

June 5, 2019

FREE WRITING

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heavy as lead,
the metallic lift of my shadow
weighing down, a trick
of the light; now blue, shallow
blushes by
eye. moonlight
shutters, colours
a moth, red winged;
flitting like lips,
whispers and wishes, my shadow
clutches the brick. a kiss
of gold, brushing
past dusk. a
twin, a mistress, the
promise:
his shadows colour,
cover my skin.

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2 Comments
  • ghostlyglory

    always in awe


    3 months ago
  • asteria

    i am appalled that i'm the first to like this. "a kiss of gold, brushing past dusk?" "shallow blushes by eye?" "his shadows colour, cover my skin?" every line is absolute gold.

    p.s. if i haven't made it clear, Oscar, i am in love with your poetry


    3 months ago