Flight

A gallowed dawn
Where hope was hung
A siren wails
A gatling gun
A spinaker sails  to fetch her son
Broken film from a movie screen
Saves my ass but burns my queen
Love found me unworthy
Poverty bought me some sin
Honour caught me hiding in a bin
So I flee to your embrace
Your eyes your face-where
There is a river there

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Patricia Cresswell

Date: 9/16/2017 12:44:00 PM

I sense an air of quiet desperation contained in these words. Well done.

Patricia Cresswell
Date: 9/16/2017 6:40:00 PM

No, no never surrender hope, please.

Jannie Breedt
Date: 9/16/2017 1:17:00 PM

Yes and more Pat. Its surrendering hope and looking for solace in your eyes

Connie Marcum Wong

Date: 12/28/2016 3:05:00 AM

A river of no return? My mind was all over the place trying to understand your message in this one Jannie. I want to know more about it as I felt drawn in. : )

Jannie Breedt
Date: 12/28/2016 6:30:00 AM

I tried to portray the river as a place of safety and something deep like enlightenmênt and understanding. Mysteriousness is the whole point. I hope you liked it. Thanks for looking in