The Blues' Water

The Blues' Water

A Poem by Brenden Bow

This poem has to do with a group, Blue Outfit, within my newest novel.

Did she not know the plague’s waters groped the city?
Did she not see the hyper-storm wash her heart-pieces  out, to sea,
into the swamps, and where the dragon be?
In the misleading Los Sin Alma’s waters,
at the deepest depths of their watery world, where no ghost dare bothers,
Deviancy lived  - and he was so blue he could shout.
As each fool fell to fodder, the Veil’s veil whipped here, there, blowing about.

© 2012 Brenden Bow

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Added on September 25, 2012
Last Updated on September 25, 2012


Brenden Bow
Brenden Bow


I've been writing for nine years. It's a solitary art, writing; seclusion works wonders for one's evolution as a writer. I enjoy secluding myself for days, sometimes weeks, with my work. more..