Beneath the Dust, a poem

A coating of boundless black
Floats above dozy fauna,
Their sighs caressed by the wind.

Until said wind scurries away
As thick swells of grey
Spread like smothering butter.

They begin to crumple inwards,
Pounding, pulping, swallowing themselves
Into a fluffy squelch, until

Their bellies burst.
Dust flutters down
And snuggles atop
All flora.

Only a stir emerges,
The black carries on, boundlessly,
Now above a life of white.

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3 thoughts on “Beneath the Dust, a poem

  1. You have a great eye for words; you also have a great future ahead of you in the beautiful world of writing. Don’t ever lose that spark that makes your readers want more. Any questions you have, come find me.

    Keep your pen busy!
    Your Friend & Creative Writer – Alex.

  2. Pingback: Another Month’s Worth of Poetry | Frambles

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