(By Sil, the 5th of June, 2011, London)
The merchant of silks
Sized me up
And declared:
“You’re one who escaped and explored”.
Yes – I dug my claws into the mortar
I cried from the ancient rooftops:
I’ll never be trapped behind walls.
Only in dreams I tread
The grand old mansion
Grounds
Where ladybirds
Cusped by inquisitive hands
Were lost on epic journeys
Only in dreams I still wonder
At the hollow
Jet-less fountain
And wallow
In the scent of
Ripe elderflower
I was tired
Lied on your bed
Strange unhomely pod
Buried deep into
The pad flesh
I could still feel the pea.
Sunday, 5 June 2011
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