Sunday, November 13, 2011

Anthracite














Deceptive beauty,
Nothing soft,
You move me
With your hard bite,
Stretch me on the rack
Of your long vein;
I dance with pick and axe
On heaps of gob and slag,
Run barefoot
The wooden track;
With open mouth,
We burn the night blue black.



Karen

5 comments:

  1. Ooouuuu! Beautiful metaphor!

    Love the last line.

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  2. I never thought I would say that coal was able to made into an erotic metaphor. But Karen you have made coal into an erotic metaphor.

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  3. Rough and smooth and sultry all at the same time, just the way coal should be.

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  4. Who would have thought anthracite had such beauty? Full marks you, for unearthing it.

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  5. Gnome - thank you!

    Mark - smilimg, smiling!

    Joseph - just the way lots of things should be! ;-)

    Dave - even your comments are poetic! Thanks to you!

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