The Noose

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cloistered jars of pickles and sweets

ferment in fury behind the doors ajar,

festooning you with an impulse to peep

the froth and fumes of constricted love

 

strenuous breaths with sneeze and cough

scent of flowers congests your nostrils,

mouth-breathing the glory of the days gone

you question my mournful mouldering

 

as if nothing happened…

 

©Written Frames, 2018

Freedom in love makes you fall in love with chains and shackles of it, willingly!

 

 

13 thoughts on “The Noose

  1. What a breathtaking image: flower profile against an infinite sky ….
    And your words, I let them ferment with their own chemical fizz and the result is… admiration! It’s wonderful having you writing again, baring your thoughts and soul in every stanza.
    Bravo beautiful …. ❤

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    • Display of mixed emotions of patience, satire, loss, anger, pain and of course love and how inspiration came to me when I was fighting common cold for few days now…. and how happy I am to know that it is well- received by you.. dear Amy!

      Many Thanks for your kind visit! Much love ❤ ❤

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