Wolves of the marshes

Wolves of the marshes

(Translation of a shadorma written in French, see here)

April 22, 2016

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Turn me up

I am upside down

Delicate

Crepe Georgette

A fabric of clairvoyance

Woven without lies

 

Eat me so

I like golden pill

Decorate

Universe

I colour in greyish-green

Meadows illusions

 

Digest me

I am in entrails

Discovery

Reading Braille

Words for extra-sensitives

Open book in heart

 

Exude me

I sweat from your pores

Winter’s guts

Dream of spring

My mouth formulates your verse

Two hearts’ downward slopes

 

Collect me

From these bloody pools

Uncovered

Emptied bare

Three little rounds and they run

Wolves of the marshes

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Not Human – Javier Navarrete

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Long long time ago – Javier Navarrete

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