A thicket of thieves purloined my letters, trampling them underfoot,
into the mottled leaf carcasses strewn on the path,
recklessly ravishing a rambling creek in a rain-rutted ravine,
drinking crystal-clear water, slaking thirst with iciness, reviving tired limbs,
lounging bone-lazy in a magical copse, tracing the skeletons of dragonfly wings on the breeze.
What else have they stolen?
About the Creator
Harper Lewis
I'm a subversive weirdo nerd witch who loves rocks. Intrusive rhyme bothers me. Some of my fiction may have provoked divorce proceedings in another state.😈
My words are mine. Suggest ai use and get eviscerated.
MA English literature, CofC
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Comments (3)
The picture is stunning! So is the poem.
Riveting writing Harper! Your writing is always so alive! Nicely done!
Loveeeeee the alliteration! 😁😁 I also loved mottled leaf carcasses.