30 Days of Poetry: Day 4 HISSING
Day 4
King Lear page 1616, The Globe Illustrated
Hissing
A warning in the grass
behind the rock
deep in a crack of my heart
they are
thoughts writhing in my mind
snakes in the grass
I reach out to touch them as they pass by
old thoughts
familiar thoughts
thoughts twisted 'round my bones
Do not tread farther
stay back
let your eye catch the bright colors
of attractive poison
and if I listen to the soft hissing
I can just make out
Stay too long with us and we will devour you whole
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