November 11, 2017

Poetry: “Evade”

Slippered feet
Pitter-patter past
Potted marsh
To coax eldritch grace
From groveling footfalls
(Gravel in my step)

Rustling underbrush
Strokes brushes, just so
I can stoke the blaze
Of embered mornings–

Strum sylvan strings at night
Out of reach
(No leaded folk songs
To keep me chasing tail)

I collect an apronful
Of bedtime stories
To balance on stilted whispers
Of instrumental silence

Lullabies hush–
I sing my speaking soul
To sleep.

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