ChimneyA Poem by Patrick Davies A journey in the tube... Pigeon roosting Plump, broad and fat. Breast and brood, The chimney's hat.
Orange warm clay Circling space. Up poking pot, The chimney's face.
Through the roof, Up which smoke floats Through walls, rooms, The chimney's throat
Coals clay red Cased iron cart, Pulse hot, beat bright, The chimney's heart. © 2010 Patrick Davies |
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Added on June 22, 2009 Last Updated on January 14, 2010 Author
Patrick DaviesnoAboutTell you? About me? But what of the consequences? Oh God, the things they could do to my life if I handed it over... A background from which they could merge into the foreground - a window, an opening.. more..Writing
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