With Wanting Eyes

aDarkerMind

with wanting eyes

flaunting shades of discoloured trust

in hidden haunts where walks surreal

with broken heel and heaving guts.

old shoes on young rocks

on days short enough

to be measured in coins;

 

flowing strings

on flowered beds of rusting brass

a never ageing timeless flight

with hollow vows on hallow grass.

hunted with huntress eyes

how tired the seamstress looks

with her stitching standing fourteen hands;

 

heavy is her ploughing horse

both in loudest thought or quietistic slumber

taunts the palate of the hungry Raven

with feathers torn between fate and hunger.

no guards left to scale her Monarch walls

her garden of England in fullest bloom

with her barking dogs and market stalls;

 

with wanting eyes

with flowing strings.

how heavy now?

the ploughing horse

that sings;

  • Author: Melvin James (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 7th, 2021 04:09
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments2

  • L. B. Mek

    'heavy is her ploughing horse
    both in loudest thought or quietistic slumber
    taunts the palate of the hungry Raven
    with feathers torn between fate and hunger.'
    not sure how literal to translate your words as you're obviously highly skilled and I presume innuendo is only one of the many poetic tools you're showcasing with this write, but
    what is unquestionable is your wonderful ability for inking uniquely evocative language..
    thanks for choosing to share dear poet

  • aDarkerMind

    thank you very much L.B.Mek.
    a comment as strong as that has made me a happy man. very kind.



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