turgid peace gentle dancing

[wylde]

.

there is a turgid peace

washing along trifled haggis

in test irons

gusting

rusted in brittle steel

on the road outwhere some tonight
along the edge of that shallow vale
drawn aside
painted unshadowed veils

sketching
reminders in splashed
coal and hewing woulds
that are

moments peace.
the pigs bladder kicked
into powdered
touch lines
along circles entwined
in eyes enhancing
this gentle dancing

.

[jackofnightmares]

turgid tweets
a good walk spoiled
a pigs asshole elected
even so
I go gently into the night
you'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me


thanks for the poem

[wylde]

having no billabong
nor an uluru to skeet
I shall gladly waltz matilda
skipping feat
twogethers in song

.the pleasure's mine.