Today I'm posting a whole poem, only because I don't (yet) know what it means and cannot envisage it as a complete and polished piece.
The Poetry School prompt was to write ten words as they came into your mind, based on this list: fountain, berry, surprise, dust, temperature, America, book, tortoise, cyclone, security.
And my response words are in bold. The result is some gothic inclined images which I might purloin for future re-working ...
Naked
as an uncarved headstone
as
black as marble
he
is a straw in the breeze
a
dragon’s red character
turning
to cold unreason
sinking
feather-like across the deepest canyon.
The
page gathers up the wedding dress tatters
as
skin fragments fly up the tower
they
wind round and round.
A snow blanket sits on the ground.
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