Serpentine Line

It’s April 1st, which means it’s the start of NaPo (or PoMo) –National Poetry Month. Won’t be posting all my offerings here, just the creme de la creme, etc 🙂



A chaise longue,

cushions stuffed with straw,

firm as a milkmaid’s haunches,

your arm a cavalier,

lying in wait,

along a hollow branch

on field of faded brocade,

your dark dragoon shadow

slung across my stirrup saddle,

a deadly embrace moving

in serpentine line

your helmet once golden,

now bandaged grey,

fighting a dirty war,

as heirloom legs give way,

and springs recoil

from skirmishes of the flesh,

where love is lost and never won,

and all are fallen.


Serpentine Line

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