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Bird
I return to
your chirping
persistent
high pitched
natural siren
sounding above
muffled receding
chatter clanging
cough
door slamming
rumble
of a passing car
I cannot name you
or the colour
that surrounds
with any accuracy
real siren
is the backdrop
to this painting
of you
behind me
you sing
in front your
stamp-like photo
I will stick it
on my wall
and wait
for likes
to blot over
this absence
of langage
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Permalink Reply by Thomas Kotsonis on
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Wow! I could almost read this on one breath. Very effective technique Fleur. Clever use of sentence structure and economy to create an almost comical tirade on your subject. Thanks for this piece
Tom
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Permalink Reply by Fleur Beaupert on
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Hiya Tom
Thanks for your reply, lovely to get some feedback on technique. Very happy to hear how it spoke to you.
Fleur
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Thanks Catherine on both counts, hadn't noticed that!
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