Moving Among Mixed Metaphors


Moving Among Mixed Metaphors


He sauntered in like

An unmade bed,

All bent and

Bedraggled about the shoulders and

Neck leaned over.

His days

All yellowed and dog-eared

Like a long loved –

Or unloved –



And rent

In its spine

From the strain

Of bearing the pain.

His musing,

Among the mixed metaphors,

A metaphor itself,

Of days dotted

With random unconnected


The remaining pages,


with the longing

to be



Simon C.J. Falk 25 October 2017.


#WATWB October coming soon. Stay tuned.



Author: simonfalk28

Country lad, Focussing on verse.

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