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Originally Posted by Jyqm
"Two Days after Aunt Jane Fell"
I think what most surprised me when we went / into the house was the near total lack / of stench. I had expected the warm, black / odor of death. Instead, the only scent / to be detected was the faint bouquet / of vodka: empty Smirnoff bottles - four / of them - held vigil near the spot of floor / where red had long since turned to brown. The ta/ble stood defiant. Victory was his. / I looked away. A painting on the wall - / the dog, Frisky. Long dead, if I recall. / Rabies, I think. Forget it. There is busi/ness to attend to yet. What do they say / gets blood stains out of carpet, anyway?
21.2.2005
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see...I do have substance...I'm more than sun-ripened raspberries and polished eyebrows...
I love The Windhover and The Darkling Thrush - thanks for posting those...I love the alliteration and sibilance in those poems.
I wrote a "response" to Dylan Thomas' Fern Hill that I should post...it won a couple of awards.