Pages of Filler
words flow quick and easy
like liquid silk poured
onto a hot Teflon raincoat
in a summer thunderstorm
white pages turn grey,
turn black with paragraphs of text
white ladders of river type
climb from footnote to headline
snakes of white seen with half-closed eyes
but the prose is deceptive
purple description where what's needed
is scarlet death
and page-flipping action
and lots of white space.
6 comments:
fab poem
Great poem, too harsh on its writer though, I think.
I can see this perfectly.
Thank you all.
Steph, I couldn't write purple prose if I tried - I'm rubbish at description!
Purple prose is all I write!
Pah!
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