Bruise by C. Murray


I’d rather it were a muse dangling above my head in her purple cloud dress
than a crystal chandelier of gaudy pattern floating in the many-coloured sky

floating in the many-coloured sky

a painted backdrop is between the vanished bookcase and wall
each breeze brings the noise of tea-cup-clatter a loud tea room

separator of light

I am scraping my bare foot on a bright tiger claw
and I am agitated down to my bruised flesh

give me the muse
the reed song
song of the bones
a hollow bone a
twin reeds’ tune

anything but this noise

by C. Murray


The Purple Dress , by William Glackens
The Purple Dress , by William Glackens

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