Scaly breasts shudder with a gutter-gray cleaving.
She misses her breezy paramour's calming touch,
and their nostalgic days vent in pitched-white whispers.
If I could breathe back those mists, I might lessen her sorrow ...
Too-rigid muscles slide into aqua spasms.
She fidgets at the lack of fuss her fragments show,
and the brittle hours snap with metallic-blue cracks.
If I could massage those bursts, I might slacken her worry ...
A caustic blood simmers in vermilion bubbles.
She's whiling ways for the weak-spotted to crumble,
and languished minutes dissolve with yolk-yellow pops.
If I could stomach those boils, I might keep her from breaking.
The Day 17 NaPoWriMo prompt from ReadWritePoem is called something elemental. I chose to write about earth, but I included some aspects of water, wind and fire as well.
4 comments:
I am glad it was earth you were writing about. My imagination was running riot until I got to that bit.
nicely done again...thanks again for sharing your words...as I peer out at our creek
Francis,
Perfect use of words. Loved it!
Pamela
@Rall Funny, re-reading it I can imagine some pretty unearthly contexts too.
@Wayne I need to find me one of those creeks. My view is of an alley :(.
@Pamela Thanks!
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