Poetry by Elizabeth Cusack inspired by the Dirty Three

Hemerocalle, Flower, Nature, Garden

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Inspired by Some Summer’s They Drop Like Flies by the Dirty Three

She strolled into the room 
There was nothing I could do
I handed her a glass
She placed it on the mat
And lifted up her veil

I wanted
I wanted
I wanted to say
I wanted her to stay

She smiled and looked away
The band begin to play
She wrapped her veil across my face
Kissed my lips
Then walked away

The castanets began to play

Beside the stage
Her arms held high
She flashed her million dollar smile
All eyes on her
The drummer announced her name

I wanted
I wanted
I wanted to stay
I wanted to watch her sway

Poem by Elizabeth Cusack for Before I Turn Into Gold Day

twitter: @ecusack4

By davidlonan1

David writes poetry, short stories, and writings that'll make you think or laugh, provoking you to examine images in your mind. To submit poetry, photography, art, please send to feversofthemind@gmail.com. Twitter: @davidLOnan1 + @feversof Facebook: DavidLONan1

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