Parched

Parched

A Poem by Jamie Wilkinson
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Thinking of deserts again.

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That dry whisper of landscape,

where parched lips of crackling dirt

purse upward to taste the tender kiss

of water drops.


The slender arms of starved branches,

whose spindling stick fingers stretch

to sparse clouds.

A scene of stale citrus orange, speckled

with grains of sand like sepia film reels

relentlessly skipping.


Rainbows are for the pools of gasoline

that dwell on crumbling ash-fault slabs,

not for dusty, shrivelled skylines,

and not for you.

© 2015 Jamie Wilkinson


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The Imagery is so real, one could almost reach out and touch the sand dunes

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I can totally picture the desert in your poem as something living. Your description is wonderful!

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Jamie Wilkinson

9 Years Ago

Thank you! I'm glad you liked it :)

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Jamie Wilkinson
Jamie Wilkinson

Montreal, Quebec, Canada



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