Mask of the Herald
Her sharp mouth, again,
The razor, her brain
My swift pen, like steel
Cuts, writes, cuts
Their effigy, green,
Darker than the forest
Remote as the dawn
Hard as nuts
Words strip my skin
My peril, her gin
The flaying, I feel,
Stings, it stings
Unutterably deep
Stronger than poison
Or a daughter's hatred
Razor'd wings
Lies are what haunt, even
Angels' eleven
Kinds of string
Knots, always knots
Akin to the eels
Tighter than the coils
Of love's dangerous
Blood-like clots
Feelings of hopelessness
Devour the elk
Standing aloof
Turns, looks, turns
But not in anger
Stronger than the forest
Closer than night
At black sun-down
Contributors: | P, Roland, The Agent Apsley, Grayman, KT, TG, fester. |
Poem finished: | 17th March 2000. |