Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Dec 2016
Letters set apart
illusion in deed.
Left as nothing
faint sketches,
hand moves.

Vermillion,
thick ooze,
by a slow
motion
falls
on

to



my page.
black, congealed.
darker imprint reflecting me.

As blood, a few words spread a surprising distance from their source.
A P Taylor
Written by
A P Taylor  Melbourne
(Melbourne)   
278
   Doug Potter
Please log in to view and add comments on poems