The Dancer, My Anarchist, An Artist

The Dancer, My Anarchist, An Artist

A Poem by Daniel88Batson

Skip across the floor.
I see stars;
A body carves narrative in the flames.
Sleep with sirens,
Make love to my shame.
Then like the artist,
Forget your own face.

© 2012 Daniel88Batson


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This is beautiful, as well as very deep and very powerful. The last two lines are just golden. Thanks for sharing.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Ooh, I love this. Very thought provoking. Short and sweet, but still powerful. "Then like the artist/Forget your own face."
These were my favorite lines. Brilliant.

Posted 11 Years Ago


A deep write.. perhaps talks about the transience of love..... i see a great deal of thought being put to this.... well done :)

Posted 11 Years Ago



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Newquay, Cornwall, United Kingdom



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My names Daniel Batson. I'm a Drama with Creative Writing student at UWE Bristol. I'm here to write and blog on my visits to the theatre. I hope you enjoy! more..

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