SCRATCH SCRATCH SCRATCHINGS....
Wednesday, 14. January 2009, 22:44:44
scratch scratch scratchings
talons clawing on the lid
begging to be heard
Nothing good comes from waking ghosts
better ye let them lie in the grave
then let them awaken by memories
from thy dusty oaken coffins
that have long been sealed in the
recesses of darkened caverns of mazes
and catacoombs of the mind
so yes let the dead be dead
do not bring them to light
for they bear go good news
and will tell no new tales
let them have their songs
and sing of decaying dead
let them rot till they be no more
let them dissolve to dust
and be nought but silen ghostly
and distant wails
scratch scratch scratchings
scratch...
scratch.......
scrat...
scr....
s....
Maree Long
(c) Maree Long 2009














Cois # 15. January 2009, 18:48
Maree Long # 15. January 2009, 19:09
I think I shall be using this piece at a poetry night to be held early this year....and do it all slow dramatic like and use sounds of scratching on a shoe box which has a grainy lid...just for effect...
hmmm raw and bleeding talons?? perhaps more adjectives are needed?
Cois # 16. January 2009, 06:53
Dark mind or not ,it's this kind of poetry me likes
Maree Long # 17. January 2009, 05:57
woo hoo cois - i have just finished the flyers and have booked guest artists for our first "Cafe Soiree" by Body Craft presenting An evening by Candle light....imagine this piece done by candle light....lol
Cois # 17. January 2009, 12:09