Mick Law

Rookie - 0 Points (21/12/1956 / Thurnscoe South Yorkshire, UK)

Cold - Poem by Mick Law

Stark dark lightening rods of sleeping trees are etched black against a cold cynical sky telling a winter's tale
Warm life leaks like white blood from the braced earth. Optimistic but deluded shoots of green are scythed cell by cell with a cut from frozen scalpels
Water trickles slower, slower..stops, a frozen portrait of it's final tear
All warmth has gone forever

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  • Rookie Emi C.x (4/22/2012 9:50:00 AM)

    This was really really good. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, April 22, 2012

Poem Edited: Wednesday, June 20, 2012

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