The woman in the moon flashes her teeth
as the things in the dark lick their lips at me...
Careful.
And they cry...
Softly.
And they say...
Gentle.
But the wolf at my side hidden nips,
and gnashes out with subtlety...
Grimace.
And I stay...
Hiding.
And I fear...
Something.
And I need...
Solace.
And all the while the lace in the windows laughs,
taunting me to jump into the dripping glaze...
Night.
And suddenly it's...
Splendid.
To gaze at the moon weaving silver sickles
for the beams glancing into her emptiness
A contest entry
- you created butterflies in me: by xxRainbowDawnxx.
400 points, ended August 1, 10 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Thoughts, thoughts, thoughts...
Comments
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I love the lunacy in this, in both respects.
I enjoyed the layout of this piece, it was all over the place, like the tone.
Nicely wrote. -
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Thank you so much for the Bronze, made my day
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Thank you, things come into my head and seem to demand to be written sometimes. This was one of those poems
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