Gabriela Duricova

Rookie - 63 Points (22.5.1984 / Bratislava)

Crimson Tides - Poem by Gabriela Duricova

Wind speaks harsh words
To poppy field inhabitants
Mice rarely argue
And flowers just sway

Dancers dressed in balance wheels
Practise pirouettes
Counting down petals
Until the lesson's over

Time took its tax on four-leaf clovers
And lovers returned home
After reapers collected
Almost every grain of sun

Troops of gold diggers
Put their shovels and spades to rest
Leaving the scene tranquil
For crows to announce the curtain call

Empire brought down to its knees
Keeps the hope alive
With help of hallucination
Promising rebirth for the chosen ones

Structures will break
But painters will remember
The crimson tides now buried
Under frosty ornaments

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, August 14, 2013

Poem Edited: Thursday, August 15, 2013

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