Wheeling Streets ~Paradelle~
By lupus tenebrae
Pitter patter, ghostly feet,
pitter
patter, ghostly feet
empty in the Wheeling streets.
Empty in
the Wheeling streets,
empty pitter, patter feet,
ghostly in the
Wheeling streets.
Tilapia, the whiter meat,
tilapia, the
whiter meat,
as white as new November snow,
as white as new November
snow.
Tilapia, the whiter snow,
as white as new November meat
Faces of the last parade,
faces of the last parade,
the
air once carried butterscotch
the air once carried butterscotch.
The faces carried, last parade,
of the air, once butterscotch.
Pitter of the last parade,
butterscotch in empty streets,
tilapia as ghostly white,
as new November Wheeling snow,
the
patter faces carried feet,
once the whiter meat; the air.
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Copyright 2012 lupus tenebrae
Published on Saturday, November 17, 2012.
Filed under: "Structured" and
"Poetry"
Author's Note:
The recent string of paradelle put me in the mood to write my third one, after much tribulation.Comments on "Wheeling Streets ~Paradelle~"
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On Saturday, November 17, 2012, Alchemist
(679) wrote:
Well penned as always but this one for me was really fun and a mind expolsion. My try at Paradelle was not nearly as good
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On Saturday, November 17, 2012, dwells
(4177) wrote:
"As white as new November meat" - reminded me of Mrs. Santa Claus for some reason. Always an education Wolfie, thanks, KK!