COLOR OF OUTDOORS

akKunak (storm)

Posted in Poetry by Mandy Joy Poole on 29/11/2013

I gave birth to a demon,
a bad idea that could only get worse.
You cut me with the velocity
in which you fall.
There’s a story here
with missing pages.
A margin that hides a secret.
A tempest without the wind.
You’re vicious and voracious,
like the hem on a model’s dress.
A kin to be a guardian,
of a soldiers last conquest.

M.

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  1. Carol Hopkins said, on 01/12/2013 at 9:25 AM

    Very deep Mandy – I like it


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