The Brown Eyed Dreamer

'Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.' William Wordsworth


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Rumour

A snake, twisting, turning,
Scales shining as it slides from mouth to mouth,
Words hissed like venom out of its vicious lips,
Changing like Chinese whisper’s as it’s passed along.

The plot thickens, drama, disaster, doom,
Seasoned onto this perfect piece of gossip,
Fed into the mouths of the ignorant,
Who feast greedily upon its whispered words.

The truth lies bent, beaten and broken,
Forgotten at the start of the line,
Shadowed by this big, over-powering rumour,
That no-one believes, but everyone spreads.