Tuesday, September 09, 2008

Hunger

In deep dark recesses
on sticky silk tresses
two warriors spar
as mortality presses
the fray

and the one who is leaner
appears to be meaner
and quicker by far
inflicting a cleaner
array

of blows till, defeated
the fatter is treated
to bindings that bar
escape, then secreted
away.

7 comments:

Eric 'Bubba' Alder said...

"'Will you walk into my parlor?' said the Spider to the Fly."

Ella said...

oooh, this was good, I can see it~!

Tino said...

There was an old woman......

No, lets not go there.

Thats what I thought of when I read this. A novel expression of Hunger for sure.

Laurie Kolp said...

Creative and cute take on the prompt... = )

Susie Clevenger said...

creative poetry...the beauty of the web deceives in unknowing prey...great job!

rch said...

Thanks a lot, it's really nice to get comments on some of these older ones :D

WyomingDiva said...

So many layers of meaning.