IN THE ASYLUM OF LIFE HE SINGS TO HER

As ever this post appears on some readers and not others…once more WP take the fun out of the very thing they promote!

- MIKE STEEDEN -

CHIMNEY SWEEP

The outcome of the weasel bites about
her right hand and wrist were horrendous
ruined her burgeoning career as topless
chimney sweep to the Sistine Chapel

In hindsight she knew it foolhardy to
have petted a flesh shredding carnivore
regardless, ever since that day she wore the
hideous no-no asbestos glove of a pyrophoric
yet had at least found laudable employment
caring for those demented ones best she could
those souls who knew not woman from man
knew not substance from a castle in the air

The day the drifter dropped anchor
helped himself to an ice cold beer
and for some impenetrable reason
apologised for having forgotten his
violin would see her find true love
A bizarre, passionate man perhaps
wise way beyond his lack of grace

Using her sound left hand she
painted his image on a cake
decorated it with cocoa butter
A perfect reflection he reckoned

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5 thoughts on “IN THE ASYLUM OF LIFE HE SINGS TO HER

    1. Haven’t got a blind clue where that one came from…in the middle of writers block G let me play around with his song lyric ‘Love’s Shadow’ for the end bit…it was about Skipper the Bastard Border Collie written the day his pet dog from when he was 5 years old died a couple of years ago now…a lovely song and another he’s not got around to mastering which annoys me a bit!

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