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Sunday, November 9, 2014

Black Knight

George Hodan




Black Knight

At the crossroads where the crocus meets the
rose that has no thorns
At the crossroad where the birds part for the golden
owl with feathered horns
I shall meet you in the mud where the sun will never shine
In the blackened night around us I will take you there as mine
At the crossroads where you crawl on belly desperate to decide
I shall rise in fervor swirling - scissor to your thread - your lover Suicide








8 comments:

  1. I hope you are more cheerful than this poem! But wordlers have to go where the wordle words take them.

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  2. That black knight is only too willing to lend a hand. Pity he doesn't take a little time in dissuasion but there, he has his job to do too, selfish lover that he is.

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  3. yowza...that's dark...very...but good...very

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  4. A scarey little rhyme with a POW ! ending

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  5. A scarey little rhyme with a POW! ending

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  6. egads! Crawling on yr belly to escape .... Scary ....

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  7. nice lyrical bounce to the lines as well as repetition which drew me in to reading the poem. Dark and rich and good.

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  8. I love this one, Pearl. Imagination put to great use.

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