Iliterate Poet

A dumping ground for my works in progress.

8 Mar 2011

Lonely Street

White doves with mud on their wings
No bird song sings
Complicity in the silence stings
Peoples worn out slings
Blood red rose buds
Blown to bits with missile scuds
Brave slave
Child's despair
As bodies lay strewn 
on streets that don’t care.

7 comments:

Love your work.
 
Painfully good, paints a very powerful image.

Nice one, Abi :)
 
Gwylym, sad.
Eden
 
wow.this is vivid...and sad...but a tight write....
 
Soiled doves and scudded roses... I also thought the imagery vivid.
 
Very effective. You draw a powerful image.
 
yep - the streets never care..tight write gwylym
 

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