Everything works like a cracking sound box.
The cartoon sailor's blissful call
Brushes the sad murmur of my learned walk
By the Gloomy Cape of Good Hope.
Everything works like a cracking sound box.
The continuous crack-crack,sap,sap
Invites my Hasapiko dance
Through Ireland 's quarrelsome farmyards.
Everything sounds like a pair of horns
Breathing out through Symplegades Rocks.
Shhh,Listen!
Can you hear the sound of cracking bones?
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Author:
lysistrata (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Acknowledgements to Paul Muldoon's " Medley for Motion Khur" & David Mitchell's "Bone Clocks".
- Category: Special occasion
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Comments1
Wow. The mixing of a novel and Greek mythology and dance.I must admit I'd rather not take my chances with the Symplegades. I can hear my bones crushing already. Nicely done.
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