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LITTLE SURFLE GRRRRRL by Helen R. Peterson
August 10, 2010 Poetry Tags: poem
She rises early to scrub her flesh in brimstone
and ashes, waxes her board to surf the waves
of undead coming through the gate, their shoulders
bent at just the right angles. Her skin glows sulfur,
a bottle placed high on a blackened shelf, fallen
through the cracks between life and afterlife,
the miracle potion of a quack now dust beneath
the soles of an undead little girl.
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Its a short but great poem filled with images that the artwork shapes, a vision of an ethereal world filled with double entendres of meaning.
Just wanted you to know that people do appreciate your work.
Comment by bong on August 12, 2010 @ 12:25 am
Wonderful, emotive imagery. You give a strange, sadly beautiful face to “zombi.”
Comment by Clement S. on August 12, 2010 @ 9:14 am
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Lot of deep emotion, i enjoyed it.
Comment by ChaosPeng on December 9, 2010 @ 8:19 am