Adonta ta melê
Beneath the treetops calling
Echo, Echo through your cave
Pan or Zeus: your lovers cruel
Black on blue
A steak disclaimer
Back and backward to the blade
Papa's failing, Mother's fling
Packets never opened
Wrapped in cellophane
Aure and age blowing past
Pebbles, plastic, tambourine skin
Madness of the Zodiac
Cheerful while suspended
Wide and wide, unnatural
Persephone, lips splayed
J. x
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25y/o songwriter hailing from South London. www.myspace.com/deafyetiband
Hair, bleached, pale Summer, Eyes, a Winter blue, Autumn in your waking scent, And Springtime aura, too.
Three verses from the song 'Idioms@HingAling' Put the axe to my mind and the grind comes everyday suspicious motives I find at every corner I take, do I relate.....relay the hypothesis, can i trust...
Shining ebony hair tumbled in soft ringlets. Glittering sapphire eyes watched the peaceful world go by. Vivid crimson and cerulean dyed her rich toga.
Wind chimes, silver tide,. Midnight cat there by your side,. The iris, onyx, tearing, scattered,. Escape, this time, is not so hard,. Your faithful friend, a nuzzling heat,.
(Rhyme time!) Flashing white, searing blue, Contacts blaze against the view, Vertigo implodes the sky, A chill hangs strong, frost, waking nigh.
Blood. Red. Cherry. Stem. Wonder how and why and when. Tie it with your tongue. So brittle. Tie it with your teeth. Belittle. Blood. Red. Cherry. Stem. Tears cling on and hug. The hem. Make them stay.
When I am gone mourn me not my friends Though Persephone should claim me for her own To toil in Hades gloomiest caverns And now down to her at a corpse-drapped throne, Though the death knell chimes...
Touched by madness, From head to toe, It's not your sadness, You didn't know. Confused about this mad state, Not sure how it works, Wondering if it's your fate, Everyone thinking you've gone bizurk.
Had to google a lot of that! Love your use of Latin, it's a beautiful archaic language. Especially love the mythology theme. A question, what meaning of the word 'trough' did you imply in the first stanza?
@sjw @misslittleDHP @Nom Thankyou, ladies :O) First line translates in situ as 'Her Still Singing Limbs'. It is a beautiful language, more present than archaic although little used in a direct linguistic form. J x
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