Words and the world passing by; how it sings to me; how I clamour back.
Crawling out of swamps Dripping metaphors Like similes That sear the skin Scream off Siren wails and Black eyes pierce The bard’s heart A bobbing larynx Gulping at tightness In throat. Waiting with a lute, Waiting to write of fear Instead, song upon song… Continue Reading “NaPoWriMo Day 17: Black Eyes”