Amber Toohey

Rookie (1-11-1975)

Saturn, With A Waning Moon - Poem by Amber Toohey

Black majik filaments,
sticky with entropy
tie me down, like four-point restraints;

I am a husk in syndication,
reruns of dyspeptic cannibalism
and soullessly cultivated afternoons.

A cock crows abruptly, the vessel

breaks

freeing my moon,
stars gathered in my hand to be thrown
at a basalt sky -

and the sun bursts into atomic candy;
I am ardency incarnate,
the cheshire cat with a thousand truncated canaries.


Comments about Saturn, With A Waning Moon by Amber Toohey

  • Amber Toohey (10/6/2011 1:14:00 PM)

    Thank you for the lovely comment :) (Report)Reply

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  • Vipins PuthooranVipins Puthooran (10/6/2011 11:12:00 AM)

    Your words are wonderful! expressions add its beauty more....I like the imagery (stars gathered in my hand to be thrown at a basalt sky) really great! ! ! !
    Top marks for you! ! ! !
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Poem Submitted: Thursday, October 6, 2011



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