Thursday, January 2, 2014

A Poem by Rayanne Sinclair

Rayanne Sinclair is a novelist who includes poetry in her works. This poem is published with the author's permission.

By Rayanne Sinclair

Beneath the grassy berm, alas her spirit rises.
It’s love she seeks tonight, enclothed in her disguises.

Finding a lonely drunkard, streetlit face turned frown.
She appears a friendly visage, determined and unbound.

Take me home the whisper, I’ll be good company.
Arm in arm they stumble, off to his destiny.

Before the glint of dawn, she has devoured him whole.
Back underground is she, beneath the grassy knoll.

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