Sunday 28 July 2013

Daffodil



It’s late, too late
In such a state
In such a state
Of open mouthed audacity
And open eyed lucidity
Open wounded helplessness
You’re lying
Flying through your pointed teeth
I see you now for what you are
See everywhere you’ve been
Fiend
Preying like an insect
On the underside of stones
You came out
And found your cold blood
could be quickened by the sun
You’ve had your fun
I’m calling it a day

1 comment:

  1. When the poem opened, instantly I thought of the rabbit in Alice in Wonderland. That thought held well through the poem when I could hear Alice's persona disillusioned with some aspects of wonderland.

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