Monday, May 28, 2007

Raga's Song

Above me stands the driver,
heels on the curve of my tawny rump.
I don’t mind – he’s blinded
with the weight on his mind.

He carries driftwood
connected finely to the reins.
My reign ends – his begins.

We see hear speak
the world’s weight
in pancakes and champagne.
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5 comments:

  1. UnknownMay 28, 2007 4:35 PM

    I left you a comment over at HQ!

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  2. L.M.NoonanMay 29, 2007 7:10 AM

    Raga sings beautifully, pancakes and champagne, is that an Irish favourite?
    yes, Seamus is always coming up with grand ideas. Who knows where it will lead. I vote we visit a member of the pride and stay a week, if we're not turfed out sooner.

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  3. apprenticeMay 29, 2007 11:05 AM

    I love the line:

    My reign ends
    as his begins:

    Great work B

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  4. caroleMay 30, 2007 7:30 AM

    I love the word play on 'reign' too. Thanks for visiting my blog.

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  5. UnknownMay 31, 2007 7:46 AM

    Oh, you're in - great stuff - what now?

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