Pitchfork

You all know the painting.

Piercing that Gothic blockade

A dull matte pitchfork

Tones of unsightly grey

Spilling into the senses.

You can taste thick paints

The splintered wood touches

Tongues with shallow palate

Poking empty intestines.

Textures of forehead wrinkles

Ripple like fresh gelatine

Among hay bristle fibres

Mouth gnawed like livestock.

You feel yellowed foliage

Needled through socks

Tickling ticks eat within

That sweat soaked cotton.

Those crooked denim gazes

Stinging like deer flies

Flying in reverberating buzz

Prickling sticky eardrums.

A sun-bleached hair inside

Pulpy lemon-tang water

The memory of dry throat

Pasted in oil on canvas.

Reviews

[jeannemarie coulter]

a wonderful flow of images creating a thought provoking word tapestry...well done...thank you

[Jamie Wilkinson]

Thank you! :)