Knock on metal.
Trees are filled with rings and bark,
While my cans clutter with echoes of a lark.
Knock on metal.
Tell me what songs my drums play,
Or is that a tune for the Cowardly Lion's runaway?
Knock on metal.
Scratch your nails on my rust.
You hear something now, I trust.
Knock on metal.
I wish I could feel the pound,
How do I know if I have a heart, with no sound?
Knock on metal.
I suppose I found someone to oil my smile,
I was beginning to fear it to be senile.
Knock on metal.
Tell me if someone is home,
Through your fingers, my wires you comb.
Knock on metal.
You speak into my pipes,
And lay my tin with golden stripes.
Knock on metal.
May I protect your orchard from the hungry foe?
Fill my insides with your straw, my beloved scarecrow.
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An Ode to Muses to Kleio
PoetryThis poetry collection explores love, lust, betrayal, and a dash of rage. Bonus points if you're a Greek mythology fan! Written from a female perspective, it goes through the motions of complicated relationships, cheating, longing, and moments of pa...
