Post #151201
August 22, 2020, 09:01:22 AM
Oh? Poetry? Sign me up!
Cracked Hourglass
Puppeteer, puppeteer, dancer and fly
Mocking up gifts for a blockaded sky
Counting the seconds as seconds each feast
Lurking, watching, for feeling deceased
A spider, you see, doesn’t lie or mislead
Why should it? My friend, I’m glad we’ve agreed
Pick up your poison and don’t ever stray
For a corpse is a corpse, come what may
Cobweb tugs fresh fingers in place
The dancer delights in the fright-filled face
Though head may nod it'll nod itself off
If the spider slips and the dancer drops
But why stop? Gentle, gentle, the whisper
There's nothing to see and that parent missed her
So moves the hand and so tugs the string
See earthy prizes she brings to her queen
Cracked lips hang open as she works
Behind her the spider watches and lurks
Come away, danger, then run away, dusk
Nevermind eyes which water with dust
Pouring her soul to another old story
One, once wary, now tired and weary
Hair slowly patched with thick woven white
Deep in her skull to fog and excite
Armed with the spider her mind won't slow
Dawn approaches; yet onward she'll go
Curtains stay closed and wind fails to blow
White trees are burdened with spiders, not snow
Don't judge me. I have one talent: writing poetry quickly. Let me indulge in it. Though, I'm unhappy with that title, so if anyone thinks of anything better, I'm all ears. Edit: I fixed it! Those wondering, the old title was "Moon Stealer."