Thursday 15 August 2019

Poetry 2019 Featured Poet, Geralyn Pinto


to my castle, sir,

come touch the ancient skins
of legends that slither
down the walls
like lizards, suction-footed
look not into the mirror
behind me,
you will see nothing
but a deep and infinite silver.

I have neither
reflection nor shadow -
an alien to the sun.

Come into my parlour, sir,
and do not mind the slick
of warm red
for when our bloods mingle
yours and mine
we shall rise
in endless quivers of gloom.

Come into the skeleton grey of stone vault and alabaster

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