What is golden under a sky, grey? What is valuable
in a city, lavish? Where to find a gem, flawless?
From beneath tombstones bedecked with plastic red bouquets,
he rises, devil's leprechaun staggering, searching
for eyes dark with empty perfection, for a prize
he can drag below the dirt to serve a soul, degenerate.
by Margaret Bednar, June 13, 2013
This is linked and created specifically for Imaginary Garden with Real Toad's - Out of Standard - Film School Drop Out Edition. The Challenge: Watch the clip and write a poem inspired by it.
So, before you think I have lost my mind... WATCH THE CLIP! (and try it yourself!)
This also happens to be 55 words if you include the title! So, I am happily linking this up with Friday Flash 55 (a story in 55 words, no more, no less).