Sodality

Gold cherry

By Ewan

Thu, 17 Apr 2025
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7 comments
 

Malone's moll packs a pistol

Bristol fashion, in her bra

far from decorous

in the porous night,

where the dreams fall

through into sleep-distorted

screenplays for black-and-white

noiry-tales about lost shoes

and spun-gold

and hair-ladders 

to the moon and sixpence,

happy ever afters and

no-one's just desserts 

- read the books

      and feel the width

           of all the quality

                street's fair vanity

                     in costume drama

                         schooled tomfoolery -

this is art not poetry, brothers.

 

 

Image: Wikimedia Commons

Certificate U
Poem
Miscellaneous

Comments

Submitted by Ewan on

 :-(

Author Page at the 'Zon
 

Submitted by marandina on

"...noiry-tales about lost shoes

and spun-gold

and hair-ladders..."

I really like it. Full of imagery and a story that falls between the lines as much as sits on them.

 

Submitted by Mark Say on

But packing a pistol into a bra sounds very uncomfortable.

 

Submitted by Tom Brown on

Don't know about a 9mm but I knew a girl who kept her packet of cigs in her bra and a box matches.

Times are tough we're tougher -Tom

 

Submitted by sean mcnulty on

This is our Sunday pick. Please share and retweet.

 

Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on

What a great idea to cheer up a Sunday with this one - very well deserved golden cherries, and good old Humph!

 

Submitted by Jessiibear on

Wow, this brims with attitude and sharp noir energy.

Loved the line “hair-ladders to the moon and sixpence” — it slinks between fairytale and film with wild confidence.

That closing line? A mic drop. Art, indeed.

Jess