An ornate tapestry adorns the oak parquet
Burgundy florals caress tangerine volutes
Cream spackles the void of color into cohesion
The hued tango of geometry feigns perfection
Unmarred in a misty room of dust and cracks
Discarded as dust bunnies
As unwanted as the rubble of our crumbling foundation
They are shoved beneath the carpet
The gathering of worthlessness underfoot
Displeases each stride
"They" are identities and histories
Stories richer than bronzed Grecian honey
Realities drenched in terracotta showers
Imaginations and anthologies
Ideas, novelties, and creativity
Infectious powers such as these threaten the monotony
Terrorize the status quo
And above all else
Endanger the authority of the
Few.
About the Creator
Diane Guy
Irish meadows captivate me. Mutterings of my urban home deafen me. Bitterness of joy and sweetness of vengeance consume me.
Comments (1)
They are shoved beneath the carpet ahh like it what a words