Behind Maison Elégance Poem by Charl JF Cilliers

Behind Maison Elégance



Sprawling in the foggy
armpit of the alleyway
dustbins like groggy
drunks in disarray
have disgorged themselves.

Whilst, all around, furry silences squeak as blurred
shapes, tiptoeing with the daintiness of elves,
emerge to feast on what has been disinterred.

Thursday, October 15, 2015
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Charl JF Cilliers

Charl JF Cilliers

Cape Town, South Africa
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