Carmen Scott
Joined November 2017
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Soporific Spirit
I settle in again to the night, there's not much else. I wake to the moon's translucent pallor still straining for providence over the slumbering souls below. Humility and sadness in its glow as the arrogance of a new day begins to hark its departure.
By Carmen Scott6 years ago in Poets
The Wait
Whispers left my mouth and rise in lazy curls fronds of condensation. The night folds in on me laying crystals on my clothes as it leeches the last of the dusk. The only sound was the dance of my feet as the cold flirted with my toes and the chill began to graze me, chaffing at my senses and drawing out my thoughts like drops of blood.
By Carmen Scott6 years ago in Poets