this remains


your tiger
lying eyes
and an indigo syrup sky
served with a thick slice
of moon.

twiglets #71

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9 Responses to this remains

  1. Misky says:

    Oh this a treat of poem, De.

  2. Shawna says:

    “and an indigo syrup sky”

    Now that is just gorgeous — and delicious. Boysenberry is my favorite, so as my friend Shannon says, ” I could just sop that up with a biscuit.” Or in this case, a pancake. 🙂

    Or flapjack. Not sure of the dif, but I do like the word.

    No wonder the moon is thick, eating all that drippy-licious sky syrup!

  3. Shawna says:

    Of course, there is the reading where someone’s bum has been syrup’d. 🙂

    I’m dying for a tiger cat, so I’m picturing the speaker talking to her cat — like they’re about to throw down over this breakfast plate.

  4. I LOVE “indigo syrup sky”.

  5. qbit says:

    tiger lying eyes!!

  6. Shawna says:

    your tiger”

    Now I see “eye your tiger” in the opening.

  7. Kir Piccini says:

    I can almost taste it.

  8. Jules says:

    Oooh…. sounds like a great opening for a murder mystery. 🙂

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