Friday, 9 October 2015

Breakfast for Naiads

The pond's still,
shallow surface
curtained by branched
               intertwined ballroom dancers
shelters a nymph
with glowing hair
and skin stretched thin
from her last meal.
Speckled flowers
pale greens soft pinks
               markers travelers follow
where she can feed
from their greed,
drink from their vanity,
consume their sins.
The unassuming paradise
               a specious graveyard of vice

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