©2023 michael raven
butter left rancid
on fly flecked sills
she shadows sharpens
her crooked slant smile
waiting for night's bounty
to shuffle drunk on by
soon, she feeds
words | spirit
©2023 michael raven
butter left rancid
on fly flecked sills
she shadows sharpens
her crooked slant smile
waiting for night's bounty
to shuffle drunk on by
soon, she feeds
Lovely alliteration, and some very clever word play, Michael. I like the picture!
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Thanks. I trend towards alliteration rather than rhyme.
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Probably better at creating an atmosphere.
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Really, really love “she shadows sharpens”
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