Saturday, 30 January 2010

The Old Woman in the TV Store



Deviate outwards, of the sphere,
Part inevitable, causes fear.
Amble past, rows of glassy
Rectangled puzzles, in their chassis.
Time itself she cannot postpone,
She knows that once, she'd have known.

A forlorn object on the shop flaw:
The old woman, in the TV store.

Phosphorescent and shiny, they overwhelm,
Her clockwork dark, in a cybernated realm.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

You possess a humour that is dark, keen and therefore quite brilliant. I know good stuff when I see it. Accept you are talented with pen as well as pencil. xxx Diana

TrefforestGump said...

Thank you Diana :) x