Eccentri-city

Eccentri-city

A Poem by tiya

Behind a gate and four locked doors
Is a chest of thoughts and tales untold,
Of a laughing skunk and a rare winged elk
And a silver-tongued mole in the backyard dreck.

But the tomes are shut and bound by chains
The plans are coded and secured with pains,
For the man who talks of the three-tailed frog
Finds his head stuck high on a rough-edged log.

Or at the least is held in d’right scorn
By the teaming simple ordinary town;
Who mock the awkward lad in glasses
And gape at the gauche one who spilled his.

Until one eve they catch a peek
Of a bitten apple or a bird that’ll tweet.
Then they sing praises and applaud the gift
And claim, "la that boy! He did always have it."

For all that a few boxes are opened
And skies lifted for one more trend,
There's little room for thoughts and plots
And none too much for the poor thinking sods.

© 2016 tiya


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Added on August 5, 2016
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tiya
tiya

India



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Hey I'm a freelance designer/illustrator and I enjoy writing. I've put up a few of my writings—poems. Do check it out and comment. more..

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