Tapping Feet And Heels-Pointing-Toes. Poem by Alistair Plint

Tapping Feet And Heels-Pointing-Toes.



These silenced walls
barren

Each flaking
plaster
patch
begs
release
from
the bricks
behind
The paint
is taint
too

A walk through
the door
and
a quick glance
back
at a book
published
in sixty four

Those were the
Brian Adams'
days

Who needs horror
when
the music
is an
original
score


[.]

Tapping Feet And Heels-Pointing-Toes.
Saturday, July 7, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: horror,spiritual
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Alistair Plint

Alistair Plint

Johannesburg, South Africa
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