fact or fiction
Is it fact or merely fiction? Fact or Fiction explores the myths and beliefs we hold about what makes a good poem and the poetry rules that were made to be broken.
Glenside
The asylum is green dust. Not the green of fresh leaves, but the green of skies falling, the green of clouds opening, the green of hailstorms. Green dust rises but does not fall. Green dust floats in tormented corridors. Green dust touches saffron robes and indifferent coroners. Motes of green dust mingle with wafts of singed hair. Layers of green dust spread like encrusting coral on deep-water gates. Threads of green dust stitching yellow-buttoned madness. Green dust buzzing like phosphorescent bees over nightmare stew.
By Stevi-Lee Alver3 years ago in Poets
