My chalk crumbled
as I was trying to sketch your face,
with your crimson lips and measured gaze.
Your soft peppermint eyes are laced with black
treacherous arrows, ancient and tipped with poison
you used them to stalk me, avid with your wordless glare.
It burns you know, as they hit my flesh, they sting and smart.
I know full well that when the bleeding wounds have healed,
new skin will grow, it will be thicker and less sensitive
it will be immune to the darts your eyes dispatch
when your mouth is pursed and silent.
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13 comments:
Dark, deceptive, this one has some toxic airs~ Love the mystery in your words~
This poem is fantastic all on its own, never mind being a wonderful use of the words in the wordle. I love the "new skin" that will grow in thicker........awesome poem!
Thanks Ella and Sherry, I like this one too. It was fun using some of the wordle words, crimson and peppermint are such great words. :-)
This one merits a WOW! The words have taken on a sultry flavour.
Thanks Viv. :-) I think the word crimson seems to add that sultry air!
Well I'm just amazed where the words took you! Great evocative writing.
Thanks Kerry. :-)
Wow! Really well done.
Thanks Mama Zen, good to see you here. :-)
Love what a combination of words can bring to mind, different ideas, tones, and meanings. Like the suggestive feel of this one.
Elizabeth
Thanks Elizabeth. :-)
Whoa! Mysterious and dark. I'll say scary, too. :)
Wow, what a dark piece of lovely work! I need me some of that new skin - ha!
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