Sunday, January 13, 2008

French Transition

In ice frocks
distance marches,
down frosted boulevards.

This is a landscape
of frozen trees
salt-rimmed to sky
silence bound.

A lure to iris
floating in white,
swirled particles,
stretch limousine ride
through Napoleon's vision
where all roads
lead to Paris.


Blogger Chris Never said...

Hey kid, love the language in this

"salt-rimmed to sky"

"A lure to iris "

so rich.

Hope life is good in the land *smile*

1:45 PM  
Blogger burning moon said...

Thanks. Yep, all is good. Applying for jobs left right and centre. I hate stepping out of my comfort zone, so feeling quite tense about that, but it's all for the best in the long run.

2:59 PM  

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