Haunted All the Way By You

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One hundred million degrees below freezing,

And Natasha buttoning up her eyes,

Clap clap.

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Bubbling oil heats the cell of cosy,

As the pull of the future helps cavernous walnuts snap into another rise;

Fingers crossed.

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As routine marsupials splash with vigor,

Running like cats away from litter.

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Winter pallet shifts a tone lighter and lighter and lighter and  เบา

To white,

Ascending with a drum roll.

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A gift of it to that,

Haunted all the way,

by you.

4 comments

  1. coalblack

    So little of what is posted on “poetry” blogs is actually poetry; this is. From the title, straight on through, I enjoyed every word. “routine marsupials” is a very hard thing to fit into a piece of writing without it simply sounding random, but in this poem, it stood out for me, in a good way, because everything around it is so strong, and hallucinatory, and the pace is so crisp. Hoorah!

    • pinkybinks

      Thank you for that Coalblack. Written during my commute to work yesterday. I am really happy you enjoyed and got some happiness from reading 🙂 Pinks.

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