Serpentine Clean
Surreal, Stream of Consciousness, Reverse Poem. For Poppy's Prompts Thingo #7
Minor, that chord, it sounds for us
Mirror, the chant, the fall's choir
The serpents gather for their feast
With empty eyes and honeyed tongues
Minor chord, in dissonance, a fall
That fall so high
The lies, like a newspaper man, I
Am the serpent... am I? The fall
Is mine... the chord is struck
The fall is mine.
The parallel of the man who had
Said it all and nothing at all
The newspaper man, who had
So the chord it sounds out
For me -the serpent who had the fall
I have become, what?
The opposite or parallel of the man
Who dressed the serpent, played
The fall.
Turpentine to clean
Serpentine gleam
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Author's Notes: Based on the words in Poppy's Prompts Thingo #7.
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Paul Stewart
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