while souls soft as sea anemones
grind around plotted ankles
faceless.
Heels commanding chalk sermons.
The heron wails...
©Steven Francis poems 2013
'The Heron Ponds' is the 7th collection of poetry and short stories from Welsh poet, writer and blogger Steven Francis. Enjoy!
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Monday, 1 April 2013
Woman
Batter the crust
while souls soft as sea anemones
grind around plotted ankles
faceless.
Heels commanding chalk sermons.
The heron wails...
©Steven Francis poems 2013
while souls soft as sea anemones
grind around plotted ankles
faceless.
Heels commanding chalk sermons.
The heron wails...
©Steven Francis poems 2013
Monday, 1 October 2012
Teh Web
Ya evil f**king log of quizes
(I am not sane not at all)
you always stall in eulogies and RIPs.
Stone hearted faceless screen
interupting daydreams,
you get in the way of skies and seas,
you buffer of human skin of time,
a souless web of wires
waiting for grey haired minds to pass away.
Rest in peace
RIP...
© Steven Francis poems 2012
(I am not sane not at all)
you always stall in eulogies and RIPs.
Stone hearted faceless screen
interupting daydreams,
you get in the way of skies and seas,
you buffer of human skin of time,
a souless web of wires
waiting for grey haired minds to pass away.
Rest in peace
RIP...
© Steven Francis poems 2012
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