Jean Bernard Parr

Bronze Star - 2,792 Points (26th May.1946 / Sallanches, France)

Red - Poem by Jean Bernard Parr

I wander in the dappled apple
fairground race
in the éclat of your face
revisiting that early
web-jewelled down of youth
and it's here that I trespass
under a slanting sliver of moon
sharp as a sycle
or an indrawn breath
no, I'm not going to ryme
something with death
I was out there,
talking to Mars
sulking in heavens' bookstore
glowing like a whorehouse lightbulb
in the boudoir of the night
charging this dynamo
for some future sin

Topic(s) of this poem: revelry


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, January 27, 2016

Poem Edited: Wednesday, January 27, 2016


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