Sunday, November 15, 2020

New Poetry by Jean Bohuslav










rabbit shed
 
his weighted heart smacked reality
emotion slashed to standstill
 
heinous ethereal shrouds hung air
softly pitched 
the requiem 
ran bloodied fur and flesh
 
torture 
dragged, stretched, twisted
lifeless bodies
carpeting floor
 
mauled kittens 
legs once nested in fur
dangled chewed breeding boxes
motherless
 
surreality melded aluminium
wood, ether and concrete
 
high wire windows screamed sharp 
cold light 
down across shavings
 
displaced corded drinkers 
stretched sideways
hung rafters 
like eerie webbed stage props
 
numbed disappointment 
rose
this inner gallery cold
still   
siphoned to a lull in space and time
anesthetized 
blunt
 
frenzied elements 
fully drained
 
biting winds outside
waiting
to whip up structure 
some type of normality
 
inside
empty 
ran the rabbits’ gauntlets
blues, gingers, chocolates, whites 
there
but gone


- © Jean Bohuslav 2020


Jean Bohuslav lives on the Surf Coast of Victoria where she belongs to a poetry group.  Her work can be found on Kissing Dynamite, Mad Swirl, Poetry on the Move, Tango Australis as well as Bluepepper
 

 

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