Lithograph Print

A poem inspired by my Graphic Design project (representing Art Nouveau, specifically advert posters)...but that's really not relevant to this poem in any way...



Lithograph Print

Dress yourself like a sergeant at sea
In that old oil painting upstairs
Laces and wax
Tucked into a waistcoat
And bundled over with heavy stained blue

We turned the attic into our hideaway
Couldn't afford not to, given the cold
But the neighbors downstairs
Kept the furnace on, seeping.
We pulled out the frayed prairie quilts

Dig some suspenders out of a box,
Laugh - it might come in useful
I find a dress
Hidden away in flowers
It swirls over my form like water, you gaze

Unbury old suitcases, a lonely matchstick
We'll use it to light these poems
The neighbors have left
Chill sweeps our fingers
We huddle beside a pan of burning rhymes

Lithograph prints cast a shine on the wall
One is a cat, one a bicycle man
Crumbling, rust-tacks
Pinned in two corners
And falling together, worn to perfection

Like we two whisper
Away in the night



I know I'm not usually one for "free form" poetry, but it seemed to suit this particular one.