La Fête
A knife in your right hand
your hair in my fist
this rug's drenched
in sunshine
pale eyelids
still drawn
I can see you dreaming
of her.
- Liz
- Morgantown, WV, United States
- Favorite animals: sloths, wolves, mourning doves, horses, dogs, plesiosaurs. Favorite flowers: Lilly-Of-The-Valley, Queen Anne's Lace, Baby's Breath, Snapdragons. Favorite fairy tales: Little Red Riding Hood, Hansel & Gretel, Snow-White & Rose-Red, Brother & Sister. Favorite drinks: ginger ale, blueberry juice, champagne, iced coffee, orange-cream soda.
3 comments:
the feet? haha. wait, how similar is this to the beirut song, "forks and knives (la fête)"? after relistening, not much. but, i could hear him singing these lyrics/poetic words to that melody. did you do that to write this? sometimes i'm inspired by other things, use one small detail and expand on it in my own unique way. you did that, didn't you, DIDN'T YOU!?
maybe i should be certain my comments don't outweigh the length of the original post. oops.
La fête is "The Party"...
I didn't mean to use the same sort of title, but I'd had the word fête stuck in my head when I wrote this, so I liked it as a title.
I realized later that it was similar.
I do sometimes use a little thing as a starting point, though.
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