maria goodison

Rookie - 260 Points (06,10,1983 / perth scotland)

At My Feet - Poem by maria goodison

The vampires start licking at my feet
looking for something nice to eat.
Just to my side are red skulls
looking for something that they can not hold.
The slave's are screaming, crying, wishing for someone,
for something to help them out.

I, myself, I do not mind
all this dark that is in my mind
the knife is cold and sharp
it smiles well as it removes this human shell.

I would like to think that this is me
the devil that plays in the garden well.
I do not mind this blood dripping thought
as I walk around this town.

The vampires smile at me as the slaves get bound
and the red skulls keep looking around.


Comments about At My Feet by maria goodison

  • Gold Star - 9,418 Points Khairul Ahsan (7/13/2013 10:47:00 PM)

    Terrifying though, yet eloquent expression. (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 5,087 Points Is It Poetry (7/2/2013 3:24:00 PM)

    Vampires
    always seem to be in style.
    Provoking
    lovely smiles....iip (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, July 2, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, July 24, 2013


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