Never Mind the Beasts

from Primitive Pianos

Marcus Silcock Avatar
Marcus Silcock

16th APRIL 2010

Bilkent East Campus

on the burnt hills
the light forms a cradle
a pale song is cradled
dusted eyebrows
earlobe and earstrobe
dark pupils gather light
tulip tulip alif alif alif
I think always of her
a green olive full of fire

4 responses to “from Primitive Pianos”

  1. Simon Howard Avatar
    Simon Howard

    Synesthesia :-). Really like this, Marcus: “earstrobe”.

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  2. postpran Avatar
    postpran

    cool thanks Simon :-) Yeah still thinking on it myself . . . ah language . . . .

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  3. Murat Nemet-Nejat Avatar
    Murat Nemet-Nejat

    “… and a green olive takes me boldly to your arms.”

    wonderful poems. obviously your poetry is marinating in the turkish soil of eda.
    affectionately,
    murat

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    postpran

    thanks Murat . . . . yes they are marinating indeed :-)

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