Because I looked under a Stone
dark things
I looked under a stone once
and found a number of burrowing things
had left trails of their passage,
so I carefully placed it back.
But the stone,
once disturbed,
no longer fit quite so perfectly
and darkling creatures
wormed their way back up
beyond,
beckoned by a halo of light.
*
And I? Well,
I untucked the tail of my shirt
and un-cinched my belt.
*
They slithered out,
ugly heads reaching and rearing
newborn tears unwept ‘til then.
“Embrace them?” I replied.
And I heaved them up
with open arms, eyes far away focused.
They spilled over my shoulders,
slick with heat.
*
They come and go now as they are
not quite familiar.
About the Creator
Ward Norcutt
Playwright and poet.
My goal as a writer is to write thoughtful pieces of prose, poetry and stage plays. Hopefully, the end results are entertaining and engaging, with layers of meaning that make sense to the whole or a theme therein.
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Nice piece❤️