Thursday, 26 April 2012

Half arsed elegy (Day 26)

Whispers reach out like hands
Totally failing to hold you still
As a picture of him naked
Pause around the gallery.

Each breathe shivering
In a moment of peace
Before the whispering
Imprints itself like footsteps,

Footsteps that slowly
Hang itself in
In a patient fury
Of a half arsed elegy.

Footsteps like the pattern
Of broken wallpaper
Covering the embarrassment
While standing on one leg

Footsteps covering
Up to your chins
Before the tutting
Leaves to a period of reflection,

As you explain it was
Only Art.

(Day 26 of napowrimo asked us to write an elegy.
This came out in response to it) 

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