Her hair seems to burn like lined fiery embers
The way elders looked at her, that
Expectancy in their eyes
Rather befuddled her
Those old ones don’t know anything
Their impure minds soddy and filthify everything
With shadows of themselves
An ancient veck laid his grahzny wrinkled hand on her shoulder
The veins visible laced blue ropes over his bones
His booming laugh above her
Echoing through the corridor
Dim yellow candles whispering
Author notes
Wrote this like way back in September but it's one of my favourite poems. It's interlaced in Nadsat--if you're confused, I suggest:
http://soomka.com/nadsat.html
Comments
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hm very interesting. a new form of poem i havent read before i quite like it. you did a great job writing, took me reading it a couple times to follow it but you did very well in the end i enojyed it
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oh noo loll it represents the sex scandal of the Catholic Church and the sterotyping red headed women used to/still? face. Heh.
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is this a poem to inspire?
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