Branded and Stranded

When a tear solidifies

under the eye of the heart

one digs deep like a mole

into their bell jar

will they have lamb

or rise again shaky legged like a foal

such a foul thing to give a heart pure

to have it stepped on and steeped

in pastures thought more green

if I had more luck I wouldn’t

be sitting on this fence

while others build walls

I guess this will be for the turrets

and yon spire where no hair would climb

no more damsels in distress

when a queen of hearts has cut out mine

when you’ve been beheaded

by even the towns last Curr

the squirrel has lost it’s tree seeking all the nuts

and the bird just flies there dead

soaked in the tears of a storm long past

the soul it carried flew back inside at long last

it sharpened its beak for aeon’s of years

on mountains of stone

He bowed his last

except for homage

to a past and future of long last

while the present sits unadorned like a throne

while these bricks smile palindrome

There’s no tongue to throw against them

and all the kings horses and all the kings men

rolled happily ever on

a reply to: BigBrotherDarkness

Hey, that was great, clever, witty and poetic...and with a nice little metaphoric undercurrent.

S+F

Pretty cool.

a reply to: BigBrotherDarkness

Well that was great!