Poetry's Rage Poem by Melvina Germain

Through torture and trigger
thy soul doth roam, sullen groans,
dark cave voices scatter round,
Psyche's love cast arrows and pins
abound, whilst the vespers sparrows
circle the wind.

Sulfurous pits insatiably burn, wild
flowers dare dance a sacrificial
tease. O the midnight wind holds
strong a pungent scent, whist the
ultimate climes sets forth her own
rage.

Headless be thy anger scorns, shriek
horrid sounds of vultures impatience.
Eyes so bold pierce through eves
blackest night where poetry dies
beneath wedge soaked heels.


A writers rhythm hit far below the belt,
when a dark pen found mind and soul.

Written by: Melvina Germain
Date: April 24/2014