Welcome, readers!
For today, I offer a new small piece from my recent musings, entitled ‘Lotus Skirt’. Following in the same reign as my other poetic explorations, this piece turns back to the darker elements and the more numinous and somewhat haunting atmosphere that I tend to crave.
p.s. The cover image is my own artwork, as always. If you’re interested in my work, head over to
I hope you all really enjoy this piece! More to come soon.
LOTUS SKIRT
The malignant squeal
From bursting zenith peal
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On our becalmed banks of Mesa
Where we’re all drenched in ether
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With charging howl, and deep distant growl,
it rises ahead
Above our small heads
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Wayward we crawl, creatures of hollow
Before the animating shadows of the dark
descending fellows
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Audible punctures from our distant
others;
Ecliptic explosions; planetary erosion
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Lurching, growing
With echelon staves glowing
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Imminence calls,
Breaks our capsule walls;
Teething haggard skulls,
Grinding amputated sin
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Figure of Lotus Skirt
Trails the mid-morning scorched dirt
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Tastes the warm air
in our disintegrating despair
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Looks to the sea
Groans in agony.
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Flesh stripped from the bone
Blasted winds carry her home.
Thanks again for stopping by
Peace,
Tom. 🙂
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