Mar
26
“Catgut ecstasies….”
Filed Under Poegles, poetry contest, poetry for money
Don’t Flash That Light Anymore, Honey
To Peter Scowen
Let’s break out the world’s tiniest violin, play the world’s saddest song,
and find you have known of freedom’s glory; shake me again and wake me
from this frozen slumber with technique to burn. Look at you, Fleeting Star!
The world ain’t a ghetto. The Lady’s Burning Man-issued name is “Sublimity,”
after the tiny mountain unto the flash-frozen cool of wiseass byplay
and the catgut ecstasies burning against her through her . . .
A burning building, people trapped inside. She saw the clean. Sun flash
the open clasp for flash revolution as cities burn, from first to last, Saintly Stone …
Hellions throwing fuel on the fire, laughing, “They are just some pieces
of flash fiction that I scrap most of the times and forget it rained burning
needles in the dark.” Have you heard the frozen seas on the dark unpainted night?
Burning so restless within me. Within you. Making us one, frozen tears
and dead promises. Without your light . . . An ear-splitting roar issues, meets
with an accidental death, while string pearls and light cuts through your head.
You search for clarity, cannot find frozen winter shift laughing at weakness.
Be like a cottage on a moor, a covert from the wind, burning fire and open door;
they laugh and flash, and leap and spire; and, toss ten thousand suns.
The earth is dark, with frozen eyes, a flash of teeth, white-folded in her shroud.
Judith in the North (search phrase: ”flash frozen” + “burning violin”, ignorning results related to “Dance Me To The End Of Love”)
Fantastic poem by Judith in the North. No one will have to break out the world’s tiniest violin while this woman is writing poetry. Wonderful choice for April.
Could someone change April to March-since Judith in the North won the March selection-not the April?
Joanne- thanks for the comment, but not sure what you mean?