Following my prompt on facebook in No Direction Home ( artists always on the verge of becoming ) to try blackout poetry, from A Game of Thrones - A Song of Ice and Fire by George R R Martin page 74. I am super excited to share John Towsley's blackout poem.
"Blood Dawn"
He rode out as stars and aces spoke
Word drove hard through the ring
Dusk bells in long soft whisper
He wed to keep her blood
Word drove hard through the ring
Dusk bells in long soft whisper
He wed to keep her blood
The dragon was after war
He had a dark side
All of his horse and hand
He stood and the turn began
A red expression lifted away the tears
Rough with common wonder, he thought
As one had known better
Touch lightly the silver and stand
The warmth expected his head
Eyes to her tower light
Under her seat on rock
He sat on ground facing cross
Finally his long raid was over
His shoulder began to move forward
When they were done; time sat silently
Watching like a dark eve
Long and tender, he bare all
She cover gently the face
No ...echoed back at her
The air was chill on her kin
He had a dark side
All of his horse and hand
He stood and the turn began
A red expression lifted away the tears
Rough with common wonder, he thought
As one had known better
Touch lightly the silver and stand
The warmth expected his head
Eyes to her tower light
Under her seat on rock
He sat on ground facing cross
Finally his long raid was over
His shoulder began to move forward
When they were done; time sat silently
Watching like a dark eve
Long and tender, he bare all
She cover gently the face
No ...echoed back at her
The air was chill on her kin
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