Where Bumbles Bounce
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Demon, tread thee soft near me, I burn, your hellish progeny
Born of you 'midst bumbling ire - frozen stiff with spiteful fire
Every secret gained in treason begs to hone an edge of reason
Ragged smile, sharpened tooth, keen to taste the salt of truth
Hope, to strap a broken sandal snuffing two ends of the candle
Virtue bleeds while childhood flows, dancing on the Devil's toes
Roiling thick a melting measure, passion, sans its odic pleasure
Nothing ventured, save a dime, the skeletons of flawless rhyme
Wearing white, the mortal pall, tho' lover's lies will break the fall
Unfit to garner fear's reprieves, yet far too bold for Eden leaves
Stoke the cold to freeze a pyre, knighted with the moon, entire
Spent, a wealth of kisses, tender, hell and gone one final bender
Evil draws a first breath, faint, to shame the last gasp of a saint
Waning wan its skin, unleavened, blessed to nip a drip of heaven
Crown of wire, barbed and red, to force upon the heathen's head
The quenching cloth thus plied with gall, exonerates the sin for all
Why not espouse another crook while scorching embers overcook?
And why not sell the shill's charade and barter all to bite the blade?
I've won no grace, my beastly bungles, still this is MY jagged jungle
Weeping veins, I thus pronounce: this is where the bumbles bounce.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Where The Bumbles Bounce" Poetry Contest, Craig Cornish, Judge & Sponsor.
Copyright © Gregory Richard Barden | Year Posted 2019
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