We created an imaginary town
so we could drape our bodies
over sky furniture
Wed into badly drawn chapel
we spoke in ghost as ectoplasm spears,
stitched haunted mist
to cold lips of yesterday
River libraries flowed requiescat verse
into the shopping centre hospital;
intensive care was just
a pair of new shoes away
Woodland scent was feral
owls drummed in me like a heart,
through deep winters we dreamt
leaves pressed into books as souvenirs
Knowing
streets will soon be boarded-up
For Sale nailed to sunken ship in the lake
Once I read sky furniture I knew this was going to be a unique read with
lots of imagination.
Then river libraries flowed.
Just wow. I loved where this took me.
Ha. Watch out for those tables and chairs falling from the sky! Many thanks A
The last two lines are epic. It’s a creative write throughout, yes, and the ending sends it higher. What a strong wording, thick with the weight of thought. It’s what makes us better readers, when taking on such things as this. No fluffy bunnies. Bears and wolves with a pen.
Think this needs some re-working to be candid Mark, but such compliments from writers (and people) like your good selves, somehow make it worthwhile.