Darkly this tempest is blowing listless and compressing
midnight to obsidian shards; we’re sworn obsessiveness,
doomed in a sootiness of chimneys broken, to icicles
hurled against our soil.
Dreaded, this voice of us, barking moonstruck we’re digressing
rabid; tonight when in brimstone abstinence, kilned as one
we are as capricorns pictured smouldering, scorched till this
Kerry challenged me to write a Sapphic verse, and I had to try it… my head is all set on iambs, so this was really difficult. Not even sure I counted right, and the level of obscurity has become high… Linked to Tuesday Platform at toads.
March 15, 2016