Scissor Happy
Annette Marie Hyder
The wind, a pair of scissors
in the sky's (stage decorator's) hands today,
cuts tree leaf shadows into the bright pavement
creating chiaroscuro at my feet.
Meanwhile the clouds rehearse for Armageddon
stacked up in terrifying heights
and stage makeuped black and green
to go with their white.
The wind, a pair of scissors
in the sky's (stage decorator's) hands today,
cuts tree leaf shadows into the bright pavement
creating chiaroscuro at my feet.
Meanwhile the clouds rehearse for Armageddon
stacked up in terrifying heights
and stage makeuped black and green
to go with their white.
Posted by Annette Marie Hyder at 6/12/2011 6:31 PM 
Categories: Writing and Poetry
Tags: wind scissors chiaroscuro poetry
Categories: Writing and Poetry
Tags: wind scissors chiaroscuro poetry
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