My path is wrapped in bramble
breathing is a heavy cart
shade like shadow
at the edge of night; f a l l i n g
footsteps fall behind: persistent wake
of moons. A laughter roaring
like a lioness with belladonna in her eyes.
In emptiness, I see
Reflected silver waits: a pond,
of syllables in owls, a need of
feathers and of darkness. My wish,
are knuckles whitened, spellbound
shooting eggs with guns.
Shaded, just behind; my eyes are fading
into cataract of rocks and dreams:
craved images of you:
my alabaster idol from the past.
Today Anthony are giving us 8 lines to base our poetry on at dVerse. We should use at least 3 of them, and I used four (italicized above). Come and see all 8 of them at 3 PM EST when the pub opens.