Saturday, June 06, 2009

Marbles

Have you found yours yet? I appear to have lost mine.

Still Life

Blinded by the headlights you paused,
Gaze pitiless and feral,
Poised before muscular flight,
Then off, twisting from peril.

Perplexed, I saw you through a lens,
Spoor print in a dark room tray,
Lithe torso intense,
Caught in a web of memory.

Still life: your arrested posture held
For what seemed an age,
Then an abrupt sensuous shuffle,
Moving from shoreline onto the page.

E J Garfer (17 and a half)
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6 comments:

  1. The Mistress4:03 AM

    Blinded by the headlights




    Was Bruce Springsteen your muse?

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  2. The Poet Laura-eate9:52 AM

    An unusual but moving eulogy to the Grey Squirrel indeed...

    ; -)

    Or was it Prince Charles?

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  3. Barlinnie10:24 AM

    I sensed pornography amongst your 17 and a half year old thoughts.

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  4. Madame DeFarge1:16 PM

    I can lend you my marbles. I appear to have no need for mine.

    I like the 'twisting from peril' image.

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  5. KAZ7:43 PM

    Lithe torso - very nice.
    Mmmm.

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  6. MommyHeadache7:12 PM

    Thanks for reminding me ... did find a few marbles lodged up me backside - a sex toy experiment gone a bit awry I'm afraid.

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