Post Test
Created | Updated Mar 2, 2014
wrought iron coiled like icing.
Fashionable ladies rustled in silk,
fortune tellers promised long life,
music drifted from bands to drown
threatening voices of wind and sea.
tasted and swallowed woodwork,
slithered among columns and walkways,
uncoiled scarlet through windows.
A grey confusion of smoke arose
volcanic eruption over the sea.
A turtle-shell of twisted tubes and stays
garlanded with fishing nets and twine
emerges rust-red from a grey silk sea.
Echoes of pavilion whisper on sky:
orphan columns bearing empty air.