Poem

[the_wanlorn]

THIS COUNTS AS A POEM FOR 4/15 DAMNIT! :-D I'm far too tired to do any purty cuts and breaks and stuff, so. Without further ado. One of Lando's favorite poems and one I find mad-cool: Scenes from the Playroom Now Lucy with her family of dolls Disfigures Mother with an emery board, While Charles, with match and rubbing alcohol, Readies the struggling cat, for Chuck is bored. The young ones pour more ink into the water Through which the latest goldfish gamely swims, Laughing, pointing at naked, neutered Father. The toy chest is a Buchenwald of limbs. Mother is so lovely: Father, so late. The cook is off, yet dinner must go on. With onions as her only cause for tears, She hacks the red meat from the slippery bone, Setting the table, where the children wait, Her grinning babies, clean behind the ears. R. S.Gwynn Ummm, yeah.  Very cool.  Not much else I can say.

Comments

[sigma419.livejournal.com]

That poem's creepy. We just read it in English.

[the-wanlorn.livejournal.com]

That is is. But creepy in an absolutely beautiful way. :-)

(PS: Do I know you?)

[sigma419.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I liked it too.

(PS No, I needed to find the poem online for an essay I was writing so I googled "scenes from the playroom" "rs gwynn" "buchenwald of limbs" and your blog came up)