Tuesday, 28 April 2015

Latest poem: Lunatic Fringe


Lunatic Fringe
 
A mild night seduction,
walked the two miles home and 
made the mistake of looking up.
 
The three-quarter moon
winked it’s Betty Davis eye,
half misted in chiffon haze.
 
Something in that hypnotic opaque gaze,
not quite scorn, not quite madness
graffitied my spirit,


set me free.

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