Matchstick-Man and Rainbow
By Silver Spun Sand
Sun, 14 Jun 2015
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A covey of chairs – lace-backed,
pink-chintz, grace the day-lounge
of Wits End Retirement Home
for Gentlefolk.
Above a faded, fifties fireplace,
a matchstick-man paints a rainbow
in its Prussian blue,
oil-primed linen sky…
arms akimbo –
a ‘V’ sign, right enough,
as fluffy puffs of Paynes Grey smudges
float on by,
and Lamp Black specks
of confetti, flit, perchance to fly
over to its other side...
if only it had one;
sheds a tear, or two,
as he would...if
a matchstick-man could.
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Memories that still haunted
Permalink Submitted by tibi popovici on
Memories that still haunt matchstick-man: history, wars, life, stories. But yes, you have your own way of bringing them into a poem, Tina. Why not like a rainbow?!. Like that :)
T.
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