deepundergroundpoetry.com

The Grinding Sound on August Tenth: of Gods and Pain

Iron God softened,
Makes no move to resist,
As that nymph goes off,
 seeking the trees.

He rusts a slow rust,
A slow death,
At that tiny little thing,
That absence of Spring...

But the Nymph left the door open,
Mayhaps to return,
And stop the freezing in this old god's chest...
Written by HedonsHerald (Alexander Johnson)
Published
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 2 reading list entries 1
comments 2 reads 600
Commenting Preference: 
The author encourages honest critique.

Latest Forum Discussions
POETRY
Today 4:10pm by ajay
COMPETITIONS
Today 3:35pm by wallyroo92
COMPETITIONS
Today 2:49pm by Summerrain75
SPEAKEASY
Today 1:57pm by Ahavati
POETRY
Today 10:15am by Grace
SPEAKEASY
Today 9:43am by summultima