First Harbingers Poem by Richard George

First Harbingers



a sharp smuggled
into C major

flecks of blood
that checkmate explanation

black and white postcard
glimmer-clouds

when your knees marionette
and your mouth feels the wrong shape

Thursday, April 16, 2009
Topic(s) of this poem: clouds
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Richard George

Richard George

Cheltenham, U.K.
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