A raving beauty relinquished
From the earth's molten sheath
Vents her wrath
Upon a spellbound victim
Like a monster enraged
She strikes a frail creature
Without mercy
Without thinking twice
Strewn with rippled light
And furnace's soft flames
She vanquishes
His resistance at will
With her hands clutched
Tightly into her captive
His freedom is
All hers to hold forever
by Rachelle Arlin Credo
1 comment:
Rachelle:
This is a dynamite poem! Full of passion, specificity and images that tear your right out of reality.
Well done!
:)Kurt Kristensen
PoetSpeak Editor
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