a tapping sounds
under the bone
late at “night”
are no birds
no mountain
no folkish citadel
you lie
down
not to sleep
to wander
among ghosts & zoo keepers
over the
black night sky
where it is snowing
your beautiful snow-white's slippers streaked
[with] rain.
So black and white - but so many shades!
ReplyDeleteThanks very much Gordon! That's exactly what I was aiming for; a universe not of negatives but of uncannily negative colours. Your comment much appreciated!!
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