Free verse № 151064
Whispers the Pariah
Dispose of this insipid wretch
Don't listen to him prattle
Would you prefer his serpent gab
He'd most prefer a battle
Of tongue
Of wit
Of liquid charm
His clamor ripe with pins
Deception paints his pallet
Whilst crude light
Bursts from within
Just listen to his fallow fancy
Be so rapt and coy
Lie in sheets of poesy
Asphyxiated by his ploy
Mountain gives to suckling shore
As gloaming prays for sun
So whispers the pariah
Of your fickle flesh undone
2 comments
I like the suckling as it feels like the shore is a parasite on the mountains it washes upon.
Not sure about using 'from' in the line...bursts from within...Reads just as well without, humble opinion only.
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