Bait
I walked through the forest
as wind insufflated the trees.
Their cries, though deafening, were mere whisperings to me.
I look at the ground counting stones and broken twigs.
I look for your crown, among the devil's figs.
Why insist on sleeping when you know night's dark fate?
Your empty mind is nothing now.
Just the devil's bait.
as wind insufflated the trees.
Their cries, though deafening, were mere whisperings to me.
I look at the ground counting stones and broken twigs.
I look for your crown, among the devil's figs.
Why insist on sleeping when you know night's dark fate?
Your empty mind is nothing now.
Just the devil's bait.
By Kelly P
Kelly thanks so for sharing
ReplyDeletehas that dark fantasy edge
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I like your poems dark edge and hints of forthcoming doom. Very "nice" Kelly!
ReplyDeletelove the natural edge, i often go to the forest to empty my mind, and yes nature abhors a vacuum...easy bait for the devil...
ReplyDeleteLovely!
ReplyDeleteVery creative and inspiring. Loved the phrasings.
ReplyDeleteThis leaves me wanting the rest of the story, perfect.
ReplyDeleteLove your poems!You re very talented!xoxo
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