Figurehead
By queen beatle
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I ride the hag back
through truffled scurf.
Unmoved, arms unclutching
I stay
what was there to reach?
untouching as that voice crackles
down the black shoreline.
The wind whips into splinters
glances cold, stings thinner;
did it ever settle?
it shifted once, pre-formed
was it ever warmer?
but grew heavy in softness
and saltmist warped the wood.
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Wonderful. Seamus Heaney's
Wonderful. Seamus Heaney's earthy textures, but sparser and more sensual and questioning. "through truffled scurf" and "saltmist warped the wood" are just fantastic.
There's a songwriter I used to listen to called Joanna Newsom who had a wonderful way with words, but the lack of meaning behind them really just made her songs pleasant rather than what I would have wanted them to be so I stopped listening. If only she could have taken a lesson from you. Here's an excerpt from her song entitled Bridges and Balloons - perhaps you'll see what I am saying?
The sight of bridges and balloons
Makes calm canaries irritable
And they caw and claw all afternoon
Catenaries and dirigibles
Brace and buoy the living room
A loom of metals warp woof wimble
And a thimbles worth of milky moon
Can touch hearts larger than a thimble
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this is brilliant! a
this is brilliant! a minimalist expression of a moment in time, of a relentless nature, of wind "whipping into splinters" " but grew heavy in softness" I just love this! Thank you for sharing!
Yutka
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