Pungent dark orchids
dance macabre shadows
across my bedroom wall.
I look out and the moon
and wonder if she tires
of being pestered with love sonnets,
honey spooned words poured
into her lungs with thorns
of beggar’s whimpers.
A cackle tickles my throat
as my own foolishness
rattles through my ribs.
Even in the spiraling days
of graying toward fewer tomorrows
the syrup of romance tempts me
to resurrect Prince Charming.
©Susie Clevenger 2021
#NaPoWriMo2021
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