Cutting Dusk

A dance on tongues of serpents, knowing where each lay

She raised them in her upturned hands; a token to a drawing sapphire

Venom kissed, each step she made, she spun them into wisps of gold

They parted in her make…


2 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Paul McGovern
    Oct 14, 2011 @ 19:02:46

    We are all but a single cell on a serpent tongue, flickers of the human condition. Yet sometimes we have to tread underfoot the viciousness of just that. The incessant turmoil of dissatisfaction and self appointed judgment of others.

    The trigger of conflict, momentary, for the core is not tainted by such. The cutting nature of words, sharp edged, double sided daggers – the slicing of emotion. Short and concise but layered and intricate. Opposition and resolution, the wonder held, realised.

    Thematically biblical, a reflection on the inner worth of ones self. An empowered form – a creator in a multifaceted fashion – almost alchemy, the conversion.

    In only a few lines you encompass purpose, construct concept and embody thought. I love the poem.

    Dusk yields to your blade as words to your pen.


  2. andthedawn
    Oct 14, 2011 @ 19:58:53

    I don’t like leaving a review after Paul. Everything I think of to say sounds silly after his wonderful reviews. I’ll just say I thought the images were beautiful and that the words seemed to slink and side off the page in a serpentine fashion. I loved it. x


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