Salt Skin Poem by John Paul Butler

Salt Skin



A salt skin
Covers us both
Dried overnight
From sweat
Our clay within
Starts to move
Coming to life
Almost reborn
The skin breaks
Statues crack
Crumbling away
As we wake
Then from white
We return to fire
And glow there
In morning light
Risen again
Golden as the sun
Golden as love
And dehydrated

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Marva Seaton 21 August 2011

John I like your poem I get what you are trying to put across however, the fourth line instead of 'our clay within' you could have put 'as if formed from clay'' just a thought, still I liked it anyway.

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John Paul Butler

John Paul Butler

Douglas, Isle of Man
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