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by David Ackley
The colors of the night
are malignite and char
are dead mothers
they lick the cellar floor for emphasis
preparing to speak dead tongues
the colors bind together impenitent
a priest's fingers dipped in ash
a cack-cack of crow
the colors howl for pity
even as they tear out your eyes
they bleed tranquility
under the dirt laden roof
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Wow, David. *
I like "Wow."
Wow is good.
Thanks, Beate
Good blending of the abstract and the real. I like the piece.
I thought “wow”, too. Spare and evocative. *
I'm overcome! 2 Wows.
Thanks Charlotte and Sam.
Most certainly "Wow!"
"they bleed tranquility"
Beautiful!
Thanks Kitty and Erika.
"malignite and char"
Excellent!
More "wow." *
Thanks Bill and once more with feeling, Beate.