The Shadow Factory Poem by Harlequin Rose
The Shadow Factory
Rating: ★5.0
its only a paper moon
half-cloaked in oblivion
a shade or two darker
than it used to be
but still a paper moon.
the street below is dark
with something more than night
and folded into its ribs
is a poem of silent syllables
and jazz music spilling off silver spoons.
Sunday, August 9, 2009
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5/9/2024 11:41:35 PM # 1.0.0.1119
I like this a lot. 'half clothed in oblivion'- mmm, strikes my fancy 'A poem of silent syllables', and the silver spoon ending: pure potent creation.