Reach beyond the veil,
in the realm of Tumult and Chaos.
The prettiest of words
wrapped around your ankles,
vines of scaly monsters
enforcing its message.
In vain,
the Martyr invokes
the writings of Tellus…
to topple the 20’s vibes
out of the menacing skies.
Without the touch of an angel
dressed in sheer black satin,
these wheels remain unmoved
on the scabby acres.
Thank you for reading!
Mini-poem part of the Midday poetry series. Check out the ‘047’ section from my ‘Midday Inspiration’ board over on Pinterest if you want to see what inspired these words.
Take care.
