Epic Magpie.

Posted on 11/06/2011


Bloodshot nerves,
stick out of my deafening white,
crying without liquid reserves,
silently howling like a knight,

all craving your attention,
a flutter of approval, 
With my retina for a bowman,
I shoot looks met with,
you’re indifference so cruel, 

But I’m still dreaming,  
visioning a reality more fancied. 

(This poem’s been written for Magpie Tales- http://magpietales.blogspot.com/. Thanks for another compelling picture to write on. )

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