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The ‘Flaming Red’ blind, taken down and packed;
another torch gone from this room.
Division, methodical; so exact
but irony stirs in my womb.
Laying here in my ‘Mummy’ sleeping bag,
water beside me; no wine.
Not a lot left to me, with which to brag
but determined to keep what's mine.
You insisted; heads-or-tails, for the bed;
another ironical twist!
You’ve won the place, where I once laid my head
but you’ll never see, what you’ve missed.

Comments
sarah wilson | September 2, 2009 - 13:00
I am loving the different stories a picture can tell and this one is really clever. Nice work Chris x
threeleafshamrock | September 2, 2009 - 13:03
Thanks Sarah; it was a great I.P. ;)
Beeme | September 2, 2009 - 13:05
Lovely poem, very clever and such great imagery :)
Loved these lines;
'Division, methodical; so exact
but irony stirs in my womb...'
Beeme xx
threeleafshamrock | September 2, 2009 - 13:07
Thanks Beeme. Keep up the good work yourself; your on a roll. XX
MistakenMagic | September 2, 2009 - 13:13
This is brilliant Chris, and I personally hope this isn't the last IP poem from you ;) I'm sure you've got plenty more where this one came from!
Magic xxx
chuck | September 2, 2009 - 14:24
Nice. Maybe 'What is' should be 'what's'....and I'm not sure about 'ironical'. Just a rhythm thing.
threeleafshamrock | September 2, 2009 - 15:14
Thanks chuck; yea, had what's in a couple of times and couldn't make up my mind about it - you just did ;)
Ironical just fits and I can't think of anything else and it seemed to fit the rhythm. Cheers ;)
Nathan Bednarek | September 2, 2009 - 21:09
Really good! Well done!
threeleafshamrock | September 2, 2009 - 21:48
Thanks Nathan ;)