Treasure Island

Leaking Pen

(Wellington, New Zealand)

Winter Day At The Museum

Alone in a white room
Silent eyes, quite ears
Colours like a tomb
Preserve dried tears

Still of wars and woes
Shadows burst out so near
Brush on canvas grows
From tales of king Lear

Two hearts from the one
Betray their own ribs
What lessons to be won?
Dismantle family cribs

Start of exhibit one
Draggers and swords bleed
First leg of winter run
Where tragedies feed

Alone in a white room
White and black falling out
Inside museum but doom
Despair outside my route

Submitted: Wednesday, October 16, 2013
Edited: Thursday, October 24, 2013
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October 17,2013
Copyright Leaking Pen 2013

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