wranx
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Moved from a shack to a barn
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The nocturne calls softly compelling
rousing her from the feather'd nest
and pulls her dream-waked and barefoot.
Without shoe or shawl she glides along the
grey-green of broken stone
her gown covers her, no better than rumor
Moonstruck and diaphanous.
She's a lost flower within the seed-tasseled
grasses that paint dew on her thighs
as she lies with him once more
mattressed atop the earth of his grave bedding
Resting her face upon the cold marble
she imagines his...
They are separated by six feet of
earth and the breadth of heaven
between fearsome bodies
vegetably alone and floating
Into sleep, back to that night
She drifts to their camp
the caravan
once filled with fulfilling
A yearning
shattered by the arms of jealousy
Empty talk
and the suspicion of a clock that never struck
She paints in her dreams
Taking up the brush again
mixing dark colors to illustrate
the wooden sides of the vardo
with a tale of love and lust and jealous unreason
Already painted, were the panels portraying
the tenuous thread of connectivity
and blushing desire
Now, she needs to paint the meat of the matter
She depicts the chaos
La Fortuna thrown out into the pale of dawn
the ending of a harmony
She was only reading the young mans' cards
He saw only, her weeping concern
How the "Hanged Man" laid face up and shuffled
met his fate
Covered with the "Ten of Swords"
The innocent bore the weight of black rage
Kismet dons his Sable cape
And soon enough, the gravitation of odium
settled heavy in the wagon
pooling thickly on the carpet
In the morn, she rouses from her reverie
to once again, wake with the sun
and finds herself clothed
in the red stain of raw clay
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You can find Part 1 here http://piptalk.com/pip/Forum80/HTML/003034.html
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[This message has been edited by wranx (08-02-2003 10:33 AM).]
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