Douglas Scotney

Gold Star - 34,504 Points (boomer / Toowoomba, Queensland, Australia. Resides in Adelaide)

B: Iii: Old Lady Of The Camellias - Poem by Douglas Scotney

Often met first with eyes
Dark mysterious crevice
Entices nostrils in.
Fingers, tongues, they follow.
Tales unfold
That were untold.
Disgust, it soon takes hold.
One, too staunch for hate,
Tale-tired for toil,
Tells with flower-matching ribbon
What she's made of love and Fate.

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Old lady at the camellia show with hatband matching the colour of that flower.

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  • (8/18/2012 10:21:00 PM)


    There is an intensity and honesty here that is intergenerational but belies our revultion and ultimate acceptance that generational experiences are common throughout the ages and truly new experiences to humanity and the range of emotions is rare. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, August 17, 2012



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