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| Vol. 4, Issue 2 February 2012 |
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Fiction & Poetry |
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Poetry |
Song for St Jude
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Published : 1 September 2010 |
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In a purple top, with a black handbag,
on a golden Sunday afternoon,
the leper butterfly sold colours to the blind.
Bruised hands holding yellow beads
and first-class tickets to Calvary,
she danced to the tune of the Salvation Army band.
On our way to St Jude’s Coffee Shop
where all the sinners go
for love of dreams, for company,
for redemption in a paper cup
we stir up revolutions,
we choke on dust and love.
Now over white tea cups there’s conversation,
under blue eye shadow soft brown eyes,
she murders sleep in a thousand soft methods.
Twisting in her solitude
she would peel the paint off the evening sky
then we’d go back home to dream in black and white.
Drowning in our naked lust,
dying for the thousandth time,
we bring champagne for Jesus
and violets for the bride
then we end up chasing horses
under falling stars.
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Readers' Comments |
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baruk
23 September 2010
04:07 PM
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one of my favourite pieces of poetry, *delighted to see this published!
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Aishwarya
31 August 2010
08:03 PM
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Absolutely colouful. A great amout of depth and subtlety evident. A piece definitely from a promising writer.
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