A Poem: Ravishing | Poetry | Hudson Valley | Chronogram Magazine

Prickling over

Moons of red

Silence washes

Come to bed

Forget me not

The blue-toned man

Remembering eery

The terrible ban

Jiminy-crickets

The jungle grows

A nighttime ire

So slowly close

Bring me in

So quicksilver smart

Fell-found demon

You try and start.

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