A.P.Moore : Writing

Vultures, Cobra.

Vultures, Cobra.

A Poem by A.P.Moore


The vultures are circling,No telling when they're stopping,Until the bones are picked dry,All shrivelled and wry,Black feathers, pink skin,It's hard t..
"This is a fine nest i have made my self," said Mr Magpie "out of human hair, animal bone and soot.

"This is a fine nest i have made my self," said M..

A Poem by A.P.Moore


Eyelids lead like heavy,Unsteady hands, sand paper skinUnraveled like fits of flint,The cure in dreams was found, I don’t remember when,I awake ..
Distillation

Distillation

A Poem by A.P.Moore


Eternal immutable shadow, In the black glass pool, Impenetrable fortress, Sacrosanct between the lily ..
Pink

Pink

A Poem by A.P.Moore


The stink of skin, The vessel you call home in, Its colour and distain, And the clogging of veins, All b..