Rebecca Mummery Poems
|1.||Aged By Years||5/5/2008|
|2.||Publicity - The Adverse Effect||5/5/2008|
|3.||Preachings Of The Truth||5/5/2008|
|7.||The Beginning Is The End||5/5/2008|
|8.||Racing Time: The Finish Line Of Life.||8/26/2008|
|9.||Under An Influence||5/6/2008|
|11.||A Fool's Sacrifice||5/5/2008|
Comments about Rebecca Mummery
He held a candlestick,
He lit it with splintered pine,
Once an invisible figure,
Now a figure with an outline.
He paced the staircase,
He called out in question,
His garment relflected the blank conclusion,
And the ill-informed mind suited the material he was dressed in.
He drew the velvet curtains,
And they draped from rail to floorboard,
Whilst his illusions were well-fed,
His temperature had soared.
Mr.Apprehensive occupied the hallway,
And each doorway lured him in.
The bathroom was at best, un-settling,
It was then he was...