Dead Birds

Jabberwocky

I have no words left,
of iron, or of brass,
of nettle, or of down.
They all lie dead.
Like window crashed birds

  • Author: Jabberwocky (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 29th, 2017 05:44
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Jabberwocky

    Thanks. Slightly ironic to write a poem about the powerlessness of words, but sometimes they are unfortunately.

  • Garry

    Dark and disturbing. Love it.

  • Jabberwocky

    Guess I am dark and disturbed!
    Give it a month or so yet and I'll post some limericks.

    • Garry

      I look forward to them!



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