Winter is the dagger hidden behind
Summer’s back, ready to be deployed in some
improbable Fifth Act carnage that leaves a
stage littered in corpses and some
ingenue in charge of whom there will be
great hope but
little expectation.
Winter is the dagger hidden behind
Summer’s back, ready to be deployed in some
improbable Fifth Act carnage that leaves a
stage littered in corpses and some
ingenue in charge of whom there will be
great hope but
little expectation.
Winter is the dagger hidden behind
Summer’s back, ready to be deployed in some
improbable Fifth Act carnage that leaves a
stage littered in corpses and some
ingenue in charge of whom there will be
great hope but
little expectation.
Soft insistent rain summons smells of
tarmac and roses
dampened dust and
delphinium to the court of
shortlived Summer
uncomfortably compressed between
three cavorting cousins
hope decline and death
determined to deceive them
just once with an
intimation of eternity.
Sugar, spice, sultry, and nice...so very nice...
because the story must be told
Storytelling, short stories, fable, folk tales,...
Still hot. (It just comes in flashes now.)
The Anne Billson blog
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Stories, Poems and Titillating Epitaphs
In happiness my words I lack, in grief they overflow.
The official blog of Lucy Gan
A Journey to a Healthier Me.
patiently observing silence
Creative Nonfiction & Poetry
Erotic Poet and Artist - Welcome to My Sensual World
A quoi servent les images que l'on ne montre pas ?
Dream. Explore. Learn. Repeat.. Let's traverse on the paths less taken and explore whole new worlds