The Skull

Long gone is the gristle.

In its place, an impossible

white smoothness.

The maggots and worms

have long since moved on.

Jutting from its eye sockets

thorny stems reach skyward.

At the top sit a pair

of blood red roses.

The skull, once hideous and

holding grim memory,

has since given back to the land.

In return the land pushed up

two beauties, epitomes of grace.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Inspired by a poster gifted to me by a good friend of a white skull with roses in its eyes.

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joshie's picture

epic, i love it

epic, i love it

Sky's picture

Thanks dude

Thanks dude


We'll just keep writing 'til there's nothing left to write.

We'll just keep waiting 'til they read all our works left to right.

PeterChristopherRaymond's picture

Great twisty lines.  

Great twisty lines.

 

Sky's picture

thanks man  

thanks man

 


We'll just keep writing 'til there's nothing left to write.

We'll just keep waiting 'til they read all our works left to right.

allets's picture

what has"...long since moved on..."

is well preserved in poster and poem - Lady A
.



Onyamaichi

 

Sky's picture

Poetry and Art, what would we

Poetry and Art, what would we do without them 


We'll just keep writing 'til there's nothing left to write.

We'll just keep waiting 'til they read all our works left to right.