beneath the burnt out sky

a black-clad harridan sits in the parvis
gazes into the dark sky with watery eyes
knobby yellow fingers stick out from mittens
like tilted candles on the requiem stone

by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2019

29 thoughts on “beneath the burnt out sky

  1. Fantastic! I love it and it inspires me … if I might be so bold

    and this virago lusts for tortured young souls
    restless beneath the same sunless nightly sky
    without sweet lullaby to quell their painful cries
    as she longs for more time to torment again

    Well, be that as it may, you never cease to spark creativity within. I fondly remember being inspired to an entire, rather long poetic series after reading your poem about Bast! Thank you, by the way, and I’d love to use this if it’s alright with you?

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