this poem is not about painting glass,
a slide of ghostlines focus into silhouette
bird captured in bright colour swirl
“this is going nowhere,” she thinks
an echo of a someone else, transparent
maybe her
before another coughs and says
“you’re painting in fresh blood?”
maybe hers
so here they are, those shadow voices
at the door with starling confirmation
of a cut lawn, fuschia dripping
luscious pink on sunburst daisy chains
knowing that a link has burned, up and out;
this poem is not about how freedom works.
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The Wild Challenge (in brief):
Write a poem using the techniques of reversal and denial. Begin your poem with the words “This poem is not about . . . then go on to write the poem. Occasionally come back to the statement: “This poem is not about . . .”
forget me now 
Shell,
i simply love:
“starling confirmation
of a cut lawn, fuschia dripping
luscious pink on sunburst daisy chains”
actually, i simply love
all of it,
nicely done!
noxy.
(and as Paul says, “more please” 🙂
wow, noxy … if this got to you then maybe, just maybe i should stop wittering on about how i can’t write … damn, i sound like a broken record in this thread
… but really …
thank you …
yes, stop wittering 🙂
and …
(you should) write
more.
btw, i’d love to hear
you recite this one
and also the other one
(at noxalio.com)
what do you say,
are you up for it?
Extremely evocative imagery. The paintings you create in my mind are astounding. Great Work
Emilio … i’ve astounded many in my time (not always goodly) but your comment made me smile … thank you!
Said it before and I’ll say it again, Shell. Your poetry has a unique beauty, especially in its phrasing. You should be submitting to some journals and thinking about it career-wise.
oh my Paul … i don’t know what to say .. really i don’t … a couple of weeks after writing something i always think it’s rubbish … maybe i should offer some stuff to journals though, just to see what happens?
thank you, you …
er .. where to start? *eek