quick, lord, ring the alarms
something comes this way
with many thrashing arms.
red and quick and strange
and violent, the beast can
attack us all at range.
of course, the beast is metaphor
to make us fear what is in store
for the heart that opens up to love:
a creature that pins you to the floor
is certainly no pigeon dove.
Well, it looks like I've majorly lapsed on the poem-a-day habit. Not to worry. I'm taking a short break to finish the Balkey story line....
“What,” the young, scarred and scabbed Scib said, “did Mr. Pin calm him – Bixson-” And Balkey closed the gap as soon as the word left the...
Tell him Coral has finally gone sour and the Pin is as crooked as we all thought,” fryed Balkey and eyed the straight and tall, the...