deepundergroundpoetry.com
OCH KOCHANIE
Real as the soles, caked with rime
That empty into the wood and lime
That rest nigh the front door
And the allure of that homely flame
Dancing upon the windowpane
That beckons moths to the glass
And the gaps in the symphonic white
To where her translucent thoughts lie
And the bite of the howling wind
Seeping into the hall to meet its kin
That hadn't been felt before
And those orbs that glisten with foreboding
As the crackling of the flame falls silent
With the symphony of snow
And the howling wind
Real as a chloroform dream
As soon as the world goes dark
...is my love for you
Published 25th Jun 2018
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 3
reading list entries 1
comments 0
reads 664
Commenting Preference:
The author encourages honest critique.
