Within starvation’s eyes
so many years
desert bound and lost,
he fed on little more
than approbation and applause
Displaying his frail skeleton
like artwork
Saying ‘this is me, come feast
on shrivelled skin and carcass
masquerading as delight’
And none to feed his hunger
Relentless, hidden
Waiting, trapdoor spider,
for such innocence
to pass and provide sweet sustenance
to deeper and to darker needs
than were ever brought to light
(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved
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I really don’t like this guy
Yep, I don’t either! 🙂 🙂
An unsavory character to say the least … But a vivid picture drawn by you.
Thanks so much!! 🙂 🙂
Love it!
Thank you!! 🙂 🙂
Hunger (in its many forms) fascinates me and is such a wonderful topic to explore in written format as you have done here, Helen…. Kudos! Wonderful post.
Thanks so much Ray!! 🙂 I’ve written a Hunger Part 2 poem which is scheduled for a number of weeks from now, so yes, it is a marvellously inspirational topic!! 🙂
I used the same title in a similar writing, excellent!
I know, I just read it a few moments go – loved your poem, and the visuals you chose to go with it were perfect!! 🙂
Excellent! I agree with Paul 🙂
Thank you!!! 🙂 🙂