The serpent's nest
Eight snakes spake by the daybreak eight meals a day keep the dumpoes at bay, and for the night so brings that southern calm a balmy summer night filled with wronged souls so speak witch and which serpent coilt that thronging moron, that so strums the windchime in a befuddling hurdle, if the Hurly Burly's done then we have lost not and won.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
