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Array ( [sid] => 40230 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Streaked...and Green [time] => 2004-03-25 14:20:19 [hometext] => [bodytext] => So one night, when the sky is streaked
purple and green,
and fogged with the breath
of ten thousand chimneys,
you will so quietly open your bedroom door,
solid oak, 1924
and walk on your toes
in your fuzzy rowan slippers
to where your suitcase giggles
in excited anticipation of you.

You will tiptoe down the stairs
your poodle follows
as the floorboards
moan your passing

... dOn't .... .... gO ...
... dOn't .... .... gO ...

Manicured fingers will grasp
the tarnished brass door handle;
it will open with a creak
to mock the mouses.

The dark will beckon you,
reach to you, its icy fangs disregarding
your silk nightclothes
touching you

And as you trudge down the road
head bowed
tiny droplets of dew will sparkle and laugh,
dancing in the fields
of your fuzzy rowan slippers.

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Streaked...and Green

Contributed by SensitiveSoAbused on Thursday, 25th March 2004 @ 02:20:19 PM in AEST
Topic: oops

So one night, when the sky is streaked
purple and green,
and fogged with the breath
of ten thousand chimneys,
you will so quietly open your bedroom door,
solid oak, 1924
and walk on your toes
in your fuzzy rowan slippers
to where your suitcase giggles
in excited anticipation of you.

You will tiptoe down the stairs
your poodle follows
as the floorboards
moan your passing

... dOn't .... .... gO ...
... dOn't .... .... gO ...

Manicured fingers will grasp
the tarnished brass door handle;
it will open with a creak
to mock the mouses.

The dark will beckon you,
reach to you, its icy fangs disregarding
your silk nightclothes
touching you

And as you trudge down the road
head bowed
tiny droplets of dew will sparkle and laugh,
dancing in the fields
of your fuzzy rowan slippers.

Copyright © SensitiveSoAbused ... [ 2004-03-25 14:20:19]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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Re: Streaked...and Green (User Rating: 1 )
by Avarice_Riot on Monday, 29th March 2004 @ 10:07:30 AM AEST
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Nice imagery at the beginning of the poem,"and fogged with the breath
of ten thousand chimneys" is a kick ass line. Well done, another great poem from you.

Re: Streaked...and Green (User Rating: 1 )
by Spike on Tuesday, 13th April 2004 @ 05:43:37 AM AEST
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Obtuse, unsettling in a Mervyn Peake meets the Addams family kind of way. I love the imagery and the imbuing of objects with animus. She's leaving home after living alone on LSD....? perhaps, but the shift from comfortable sedentary life to the dark unknown of the road is a well-known theme explored here is a unique and beautiful way.
Top marks,

Spike

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