This evenings prompt at dversepub gothic poetry got me wondeing how i would feel if poetry was a taboo. and then was frowned apon. this poem was the result.
Poetry not allowed
My blood lust for poetry rises,
Driving me past the night’s moonrise,
Nictophilia devours my feelings,
For those living in the light,
The night Hungers turning me cannable,
In the shadows cast by the moon,
My suppers blood evaporating into red mist,
The blood mist keeping their ghosts nearby,
As I dip my pen into my dark heart,
Contemplating their anti-poetry stance,
Trying to find the kindness in my poem’s darkness,
As they haunt my dreams of the light.
15/12/20 rog leach for dverse poets pub prompt