Character Portraits, Day to Day Poetry, poetry

Day to Day Poetry #5

Today I visited 13 Miller’s Court with Sir William Gull,
dated November 9th 1888
where he started a legend with a six-inch blade grasped firmly in his hands.
She muttered a “Hello,” before it struck her deep
to decorate her pillows made of breasts —
all for a good story.

He said:
Some wretches have a downward momentum in their lives
almost impossible to reverse.
A water will of necessity flow downhill,
thwarting all our best efforts that it should do otherwise.
(For) water (to) rise despite itself; it must first
be transmuted into steam.

It must be touched
by the purifying spirit
of fire.

This way.


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