Sally Plumb Plumb

(23 9 1940 / Haverhill Suffolk England)

Rumour


Shall you converse
in betrayel of my name?
My siblings, too
thought by you,
are adverse.
How counts the evil
of the street
measured with words
and borne by feet?

Follow the echo....

Succoured by ignorance
of a matrix told,
spoken in chance
from a web that's old.

Submitted: Friday, August 30, 2013
Edited: Friday, August 30, 2013

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  • Khairul Ahsan (9/13/2013 12:42:00 AM)

    How counts the evil
    of the street
    measured with words
    and borne by feet?
    If I have rightly understood what you wanted to say by this, I must say you have a way with words!
    The last stanza is fabulous! (Report) Reply

  • Kevin Halls (9/1/2013 3:50:00 PM)

    A very clever use of words Sally to describe rumour or gossip if I read it correctly?
    Nice one. (Report) Reply

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