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Poem of the Day –Planting Chains

Planting chains

 

High pinched and grappling with lines

Portrayed at levels of dismay, disturbed in seasons

Reasons fluttered heart and spinning mind

Fried in compatible matriarchal service

 

Pressing shirts with tartan designs

For party going shipping agents

Home for greeting the family friends, with wine and breeze of humour

Needed to break the ice from the broken vessel

 

Chapped lips peeling like bells at Christmas

Framed in just so corsets strings

Saved from the travelling circus

A tent that lost the elephant

 

The white one that appeared in the living room

When the guest conversed with the wrong person

And the glass chandelier was shattered

Was in pieces in grandad’s pipe and grandmas pie

 

Wash it down with luke worm Kestrel

Left over from the boys breaking evening

Where the window became wood

The blue light flashed and carried away the basket

 

The one with the dream of child

Floating down a river amongst the rushes

Golden light shining in wonder

But now it was blue

 

June 5th 2016

Patrick Turner-Lee Copyright 2016

 

 

 

 

 

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