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