A Game of Scones.

19 Aug

Ode to Free Writing



Green crumpled leaves dance through turbid waters,

They curtsy and twirl as macabre fools,
in an ever darkening sea of whirlpools.
Stories unfold of daughters and fathers,
Leaving behind a trail of sweet maidens and young tools,
Power has been the heart of this game,
Ever reaching for a chance of fame
They all bow down to the shouts of a silver banshee,
The world stops for a moment as I drink 
my morning tea. 

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One Response to “A Game of Scones.”

  1. Chris C August 19, 2013 at 10:51 AM #

    Thanks so much for the reblog! 🙂

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