a pick me up
to drop at will the cutlary and beef
the long haul home
to the safe-house in a vase
where each glass eye
stares through buttered fingers
dares another wish to decompose
to listen in
to master art and craft
not knowing what comes next
a chicken or a spoon
or a dogs ear selling raindrops
there behind a canopy
of saturated stars
salami in a bucket
playing hide-and-seek
peek-a-boo
now all the kings and horses
circle round the ice-box
sucking thumbs for Briar Rose
who's heart belts out a Valentine
for the sulking mouths
of plastic ducks with elephants and skin
safe in the arms
of artexed walls
padded and secure;
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Author:
Melvin James (Pseudonym) (
Online) - Published: September 19th, 2024 02:46
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Comments5
lol this is wonderful, I got a nursery rhyme feel from this one Melvin, gosh you picked it up a notch on the positive side. 🌹 👏 Love your ending feels very relatable at least I'll be safe and sound 🤗
a nursery rhyme from an asylum Teddy...
but a more cheerful one.
The imagery tells me it is a Salvador Dali and mustbe interpreted with care. Most interesting metaphors some of which I have not made the connection to yet. Loved it
thank you soren.
as kind as always.
I am taken by the uplifting title of this fascinating write Melvin. I feel as though I have a colorful jigsaw in front of me. All the pieces need to be put together again. I like the references to animals and the romantic briar rose. I have to say the last three lines made me feel as though someone was imprisoned. Please forgive my rambling. It was the best I could do. I have a heavy cold 🙂
you ramble very well Cassie....
and very generous as always.
the man imprisoned being someone very close.
Nice rhythm and clever lines, a winner.
thank you Dan.
your kind words much appreciated.
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