Belladonna
Belladonna
Hyacint girls from flower gardens.
A wise girl with a wicked pack of cards.
And herbals to cure.
Here comes belladonna the lady of the rocks.
Pearls seemed to be eyes.
I had not thought dead had so many sights
Who was with me on this ship.
Under a brown fogged winters day, people planted corpses in their gardens.
Did they began to sprout,will it bloom?
Hounddogs keep calling.
I saw fear in a handfull of dust.
Broken images and the sun burns skin.
And the dead tree still gives no shelter
J.S. 2004/2006
Hyacint girls from flower gardens.
A wise girl with a wicked pack of cards.
And herbals to cure.
Here comes belladonna the lady of the rocks.
Pearls seemed to be eyes.
I had not thought dead had so many sights
Who was with me on this ship.
Under a brown fogged winters day, people planted corpses in their gardens.
Did they began to sprout,will it bloom?
Hounddogs keep calling.
I saw fear in a handfull of dust.
Broken images and the sun burns skin.
And the dead tree still gives no shelter
J.S. 2004/2006
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Augustijntje: | Woensdag, maart 29, 2006 09:06 |
| beautiful poem amazing last sentence! x! |
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| Dirk Hermans: | Dinsdag, maart 28, 2006 22:37 |
| mooi | |
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| Gecontroleerd door: Sunflower | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 28 maart 2006 | ||
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