Stand by me, the smoke house voice sang
Above the brown-noise blacktop
I thought of you, glorious you - Us
Tight and crisp, against the world
Above the brown-noise blacktop
Carried by liquid splashes of memories
Tight and crisp, against the world
Talon sharp, lovely assassin, you had my back
Carried by liquid splashes of memories
I though of you, glorious you - Us
Talon sharp, lovely assassin, you had my back
Stand by me, the smoke house voice sang
©Eusebeia Philos 2013
A three-stanza pantoum repeating whole lines.
liquid splashes of memories...nice i like that...and how it contrasts with the talons....also the assasin having your back, ha...also the smoke house voice...lots of cool texture in this man...
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Cool. Thanks much, Brian.
DeleteCool and clever form. I like the story.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Heidi.
DeleteI loved the "taloned assassin" who "had your back." What imagery! And, of course, I still sing the song, even though I'm no longer in clubs. This seemed to me almost one of my own memories...! Funny, isn't it, how one poet's verse can ring that true to another's ear? Amy
ReplyDeleteSuch a great song, isn't it? That's cool that it runs alongside one of your own memories. I suppose many of us write from life's prompts for the same reason. Good to hear from you, Amy.
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