Sky Serpent

One of the things I love writing about more than any other is the natural world; the sky, the plants, the animals, etc. This is one such poem

The sky hangs laced with malice,

Brooding and dispassionate;

The last remnants of light

Stain the bruise-coloured contortions

So they seem to hold a personal sun,

Turning vapid smears into unearthly sky serpents

With bellies full of fire.

Vaporous tongues lap the evening blue

Until smoke plumes surge from the scalded surface.

Discarnate creatures float through the night,

Jaws agape to issue forth

Silent shrieks of flaming pride.

The night’s canvas clears in their wake

Leaving the heavens scorched -

The sky palate a deeper shade of blue.

Reviews

[Robbie~xoxo~]

Wow! Wow! WOW!...I just stumbled upon an amazing piece. This is fierce writing LuNaR-C!

"Turning vapid smears into unearthly sky serpents

With bellies full of fire.

Vaporous tongues lap the evening blue

Until smoke plumes surge from the scalded surface."~Nicely done...a vibrantly painted vision!