You are a novel, my love. And I am a bibliophile locked in an abyss of captivation. You are a gift of concinnity, my love. And I am unable to characterize this ineffable enchantment. You are my story's axis, my love. And I can only describe you with anecdotes. You are a philistine's worst nightmare, … Continue reading Ekphrasis
Tag: poetry
Time’s Up
you could be a flower, Elegant Plucked from your soil to make someone happy, For a while You could be a lion, Mighty Deposited into a cage to make someone happy, For a while You could be art, Dramatic Sculpted in vain to make someone happy, For a while Will you know when your time … Continue reading Time’s Up
Indefinite
a bend in the wall a crease in the sheet a brush of your hand a missed glance when we meet indefinite, unseen, undefined, loose I bring home the things I can't introduce - Maz McN
Hear Me Roar
Breathe ferocious Elope with fierce Remodel yourself with animal print Use your words Use your fists because In that dress only their eyes will listen - Maz McN
Prince Harming
Once upon a time there was A girl who wasn't me She had handprints on her hips and thighs but still always tried to please Lips and cheeks of rosy red But skin required to thicken Her naive complexion saturated with the virgin white colour of victim Once upon a time there was A girl … Continue reading Prince Harming
Syzygy
Life is simple in the moonlight. You however shine like a new constellation, a suit of armour, an exhibition. I merely reflect. The moon and sun in synchrony. We were aligned in syzygy. - Maz McN
Best Served Cold
trickle trickle let it tickle let their words be cruel and fickle they aren't sure which hole they're digging wakey wakey I have rose and shone all petty empathy has truly gone soon they'll know which hole they're digging hold your hopes high, your head down low my hand grenade is about to blow this … Continue reading Best Served Cold
Kidding
who decides what a joke is? you make clowns want to hang up their wigs and noses, empty the jar of circus laughs until it closes, you're the only one who hasn't noticed - Maz McN
No Refunds
A busker he was, Even without mummy's approval I liked singers who can't sing and songs about love that don't rhyme, Sonorous selfish lines. Accompanied him on street corners, Where the space was filled with clusters of busy passion while I thought 'keep your cautious coins, I need change.' Missed glances before coffee, Meant I … Continue reading No Refunds
Waves
impeccably, perplexedly, imperfectly, love. distant, inconsistent, persistent as the tide; and our world in mind. if you died I’d. -Maz McN
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