Where I slept

Non-fiction poem 

 

Mughals continue on their never ending

hunts, firing arrows at leaping tigers

 from the backs of ever patient elephants.

 

Parents gaze into their future from a time

long past ready to leap into a brave new world.

 

A worn out shoe on the wall is illuminated

in its pastel light and a white cloud hangs

over the bed, fully equipped and ready to fly.

 

Pines offer their mutilated arms, welcoming

shirts, underwear, winter’s warmth and a space

for an art-deco dog to sit amongst friends.

 

In a dark mysterious cave, old friends are hanged.

Boots stand to attention awaiting orders and

a scrum of outstanding work drapes over a chair.

 

© guajiros 2019
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Line 6 “A worn out shoe on the is wall illuminated…” seems to be grammatically incorrect or missing a word.

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