Picture by Willow who hosts Magpie Tales
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Magpie Tales #61
(NOTE: This verse form is a pathya vat from Cambodia)
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Peeling echoes
Dregs of past lives
Fractured with knives
Polluted wine
In golden lights
You were my vine
You were my shrine
My sacred crow
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Hosted by Willow
17 comments:
It's beautiful and haunting.
When I read this I think...the wine is a reminder of past (now lost) happiness, but perhaps also part of the cure. This had a sweet melancholy feel. Good job. Vb
I loved your response to this image! Yes, memories are golden, but even the best of relationships/situations/times can turn sour. A knife. Wine gone bad...
I love the beauty in this piece.
lisa
InspiredbyLisa
Nice poem, and form.
perfect words for the photograph and a lovely poetry form. ♥
I liked the sacred crows very much
Great writing!
physics of it all
I love this 'Peeling echoes/Dregs of past lives' - beautifully put.
I love how these eight little lines say so much... beautiful write.
Powerful few words, say so much more than it would appear. Nice.
Strong and lovely!
Another new form. Most interesting.
Well-written, solid, good use of short verse-lineage.
polluted wine.. dregs of past lives.. some great imagery for the image, Gemma :) it was nice. Pathya vat? nice form too, will look into it.
Beautiful!
apt one...
beautiful write…
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