Still from Eureka
Pedalling out with a head full of steam
I saw a forty year old woman in Goth gear and boots
Grow up I thought
As she called after her running daughter
Children of this wilted rose
Waiting for the wicker man
Down the narrow path with a head full of dreams
I saw a man walking a cat
Or perhaps it was a cat walking a man
Either way they seemed to enjoy the company
Agents of the red rose risen
Wilting for the wicker man
Past the supermarket as I head for the cream
I saw a carrot haired man in union-jack shorts and tee
Scratching without hope at a lotto card
Would a win improve his dress-sense I wondered?
Ancient wisdom glass rose-tinted
Working for the wicker man
I saw a forty year old woman in Goth gear and boots
Grow up I thought
As she called after her running daughter
Children of this wilted rose
Waiting for the wicker man
Down the narrow path with a head full of dreams
I saw a man walking a cat
Or perhaps it was a cat walking a man
Either way they seemed to enjoy the company
Agents of the red rose risen
Wilting for the wicker man
Past the supermarket as I head for the cream
I saw a carrot haired man in union-jack shorts and tee
Scratching without hope at a lotto card
Would a win improve his dress-sense I wondered?
Ancient wisdom glass rose-tinted
Working for the wicker man
6 comments:
Beautiful.
Would a win improve his dress-sense I wondered?
*smile*
I picture myself there and it scares me :-(
A forty year old Goth? Ugh. Just the thought makes me squirm.
what a wonderful poem.
the recursive elements are so effective and clever.
bloody marvelous, you.
J'aime beaucoup ce poème.
Il faudrait dire à la fille sur le vélo, qu'il a des façons meilleures de prendre le train, sans avoir mal à la t^te !
Roger
Momo Luna: it's true, I remember forcing myself not to empathise with him :)
Mr.C: perhaps she was 20 but had had a hard life?
Harleqiun: bloody hell, thanks you.
Roger: some girls wonder by mistake...
merci d'avoir lu mon poème
excuse my French - I used Google Translate :/
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