Whatever brought
Strangers in your bed,
Lovers of my beloved,
pyramided on the window-sill,
against the disappearing wall.
the cages do not hold,
man and animal
around the melting throne
Is it the king
in the suitcase beside your bed?
When we meet again,
and you are tired of this dream.
Turn
You will have something
to say to him.
Written for Whiteout Wednesday #04
https://blackcatalleyblog.wordpress.com/
Coverpic: cafecom.com
Original piece
You in White
I will always bring you poems,
and the fruit of orchards
Strangers in your bed,
excluded
listening
will hear their passion
and weep
Lovers of my beloved,
watch how
her lips like clothes
wear her body like
Fruit
on songs
The sky is the fire
of cedar and gold.
In smokey cages
peacocks fret.
The cages do not hold
the burning man –
in each
peacocks drown around the melting throne.
The king lies beside you
his crown
the suitcase beside your bed
We meet again
you in white,
I smelling of orchards
This dream,
the sad-eyed man
he stayed all the night –
You have something
to say to him.
Creative Experiments and More 
The keen interest you show is highly appreciated. Thanks! The challenge here was creating another poem from a poem, and changing the spirit. It is easier working on prose.
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Thank you so much for playing along to another WOW Reena 🙂
This is really excellent – I’m totally bowled over.
I mean I know that Cohen is a master, so using a solid poem as a base should yield some awesome results – but so far, my head is spinning with the content. (It’s early days, but someone else just offered up 3 in response.) Great base content means amazing and interesting new pieces – so I’ve loved how you’ve picked and pieced this into new meaning. It really is gorgeous – uniquely interesting lines and a whole new idea springing to life!
Thanks again Reena 🙂
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