A book for shelf a loss of Art

A book for shelf a loss of Art

7 August 2016

 

Time to depart silent chest heaves

Tears of morrows when bluebirds call

Afresh the start as wind blows leaves

Raked in sorrows hearts don’t recall

 

Wish me pennies from heaven’s purse

The lips have shut secrets buried

Call me Denise then swear and curse

Uncensored cut movies hurried

 

We will play game of peak and boo

Like meek blue elf I fit the part

A mind to shame in who is who

 

A book for shelf a loss of Art

Excuses lame to see me through

I will myself naïve and tart

 

Reading of the poem: 

Hush Little Baby – The Horse Flies