Wednesday, 26 November 2008

The Devil's Cup

  BLADE RUNNER -  I've seen things -  courtesy of sochmaKer

The death rattle of his voice
Like lonely wistful murmurs of regret,
  Whisper through the rusted metal of old tin cans
On the dry, cracked, thirty earth.

Razor-sharp barbwire fenced bare paddocks
A lone crow pulls leathery strips off the sightless
Protruding bones of a dying kangaroo.

In this jagged fragment of memory,
From my nightmares of twisted weeds
Invading the graveyard of my broken dreams

I am forever resolute that hope is embedded
  Within the amber of sorrow,

The Devil's Cup copyright © 
Marjorie Savill Linthwaite 2008
All rights reserved.

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