"Secrets to the Devil" (A picture poem)
Run quickly, now, before the moon
spills secrets to the Devil.
She'll feed the wolves and wake the dead.
She'll tell them everything I said.
They'll lock me up and hold me down.
They'll make me wear a blue-green gown,
and then I'll whisper, like the wind,
into the phone where we have sinned.
And you will hear me, like a cloud,
"Shake the walls down, let me out."
You'll poison them and make them sleep
as time stands still and you shall kiss me.
Rarely is poetry actually exciting. This is. I'm blown away.
Thank you so much, and thank you for resteeming.. so kind!
very wonderful writing, great imagery creation. Did you know @scuzzy does a weekly poetry competition, may not be your thing but it could use more entrants to get it rocking? just a thought. lovely stuff.
You have a gift for poetry. Evocative yet sometimes hurting
Intriguing poetry, your creativity knows no bounds.
what kind of animal on there, there are too many on the tree
Blackbirds
yes friend, I thought the bird what it is