Wednesday, 15 January 2014


As she opened the door
Icy serpentine words rushed
Spitting venom
Thousand split-tongues danced
She bore the wild attack
And became a candle
She wanted to wrap them
Melt them, make them glow
Just as the silver threads of the moon
Keep on weaving radiant garments
For black night

Posted for Get Listed With Brendan : Moon Madness @ Real Toads
Shared with Poetry Jam where the Prompt is Refrigerator