Midnight Meeting
Dragons breath rolls the earth
like primordial soup floating
in the ethereal sky
Tender touch of ice cold hand
to delicate warm cheek sooths
a hardened soul
Stolen kisses a treasure to remember
as sweet as taste of the honeyed lips
of an innocent
Sharp the pain of needle teeth
that pierce the virgin throat
as life slips away
Author notes
Prompt: Picture (I don't know who to credit)
In a list
A contest entry
- Picture Prompt. by Angelflower.
700 points, ended November 14, 2008, 13 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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This was such a unique take on the prompt, yet it seemed like it had a life of it's own. The flow was flawless and just captivated the reader. Beautiful work. Thank you very much for sharing!! Best of luck in the contest!
Angel
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goodness, i could almost feel those "needle teeth"
good luck in the contest -
Very imaginative take.
The second stanza is amazing.
This sort of makes me wish I had fangs.
Thanks for sharing & g'luck in the contest
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this is really good. ty for sharing.
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