waiting room

itch little pampered blades
underfoot crumbled with handshakes to ants
tombstones combined in this city of dreary sleeping death
can you hear the howling from the wind
raped by a willow's flowing hair
oh
a hollow squeak
sharp whimpering escapes from a weeping fortified gate
rusty
entwined with lovemaking vines

unblinking on a wooden throne
still as stone
hoot hoot
an owls home

Reviews

[Periac]

thank yall...this piece is basically written from a graveyard only really an imagery write

[DRIVEN]

still thinking about the meaning but LOVE THE IMAGERY!!!

"itch little pampered blades
underfoot crumbled with handshakes to ants "

[Hotel Mornings]

I'm not sure I get it but the imagery is awesome. I really liked the line: "raped by a willow's flowing hair." using the word 'raped' and the image of a 'willow's flowing hair,' is a nice blend of something incredibly harsh and beautiful. The whole poem is full of good images.