Monday, May 21, 2012


Watchers, all-
mouths loose as she balances on two.
Tongues wet and ready to burn-
secrets, lies, and shame
- the story they tell so real
from the nose-bleeders' eye.
Onlookers, they call themselves-
caricature of Darwin
poised upon stretched necks.
To toss a rose in her direction,
a travesty upon gilded lips.
She knows-
sweet child of acrimony,
for she has always known. 
Eyes break rank to bathe her-
jaws unhinged by Mother Mordant
itch to spew folly for folly's grim sake. 
She gathers en masse
her bones, curls, and tulle
upon candles without flame
to rise for another pirouette.



  1. wow nice grit in your piece....some really great line breaks as well...and the flourish at the end as she rises in pirouette...very nice...

  2. Replies
    1. Now I must think up the perfect limerick just for you. I shall win you over to poetry! I must!

  3. You use these words so well.


  4. From the nosebleeder's eye...that grabbed me...

  5. Why am I sad? For some reason I cannot comprehend this made me sad. Or was I sad before reading and it's simply making me realize it? Nice emotion to the prompt...

  6. I am in love with this.