Saturday, October 02, 2010

A macabre courtship

Virtue circles her
well-trod grounds
leaving clues,
this residue
Death sniffs out
before donning
his rainbow mask
to bid her


Maha said...

God! I think I read over ten times. In your few words, you stir a fog of meanings

manik sharma said...

all your poems very aptly carry the baton of the theme of your blog(the line below the title)....

dark and excellent...

Francis Scudellari said...

@Maha Thanks... those are the best kinds of fogs, aren't they? :)

@Manik My goal is to be disturbed without disturbing... I'm glad you enjoy the results.