Poetry · Writing

Clue

The shadow

of the Candlestick

bares stripes 

across the orbital. 

Flame dancing 

to a hollow tune

and encouraged

by a dwarf draft

inching closer. 

Fickle fingers shine

lively dripping with

revolving cause in

the abandoned Theatre.

The dangling sheet

shifts

two steps north

to find footing

underneath Plum’s

wrath. 

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

w

Connecting to %s