Just a nasty piece.


Nurture me

Seed inserted deep into turgid ground;
Expanding claws rip through molten fabric,
Watch the spawn thrive in its perverted space;
Spreading its caress with a vile embrace.

Roots of eels, buds of flesh and sap of bile,
Infant of the Seven; Child of the Four.
Orchestral circus; carnal corruption;
Throbbing harbinger of insurrection.

I am the ivy crawling up your spine,
Hateful spores within an exhausted heart.
Nurture me with all your envy and spite
As a fully grown harvester of blight.



Poetry by Thomas Selnes The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2006-10-31 at 00:10

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betsy
A poem extremely well written. Contentwise, however, this pictures the Evil One himself - through the seed handed out to one of his servants on Earth. Therefore, I'd never extend the invitation this far!
2006-12-21



I know a woman who this poem would suit perfectly, you describe the growth of the wickedness of such a seed permeating everything it touches so well. You must remember that such seeds never grow to fruition. Great poem though, spine chilling infact. Good to read your work, Tai
2006-11-20


Sandy Hiss
Perfect poem for Halloween, fits in really well with the macabre.
2006-10-31


penfold18
This is indeed a gripping piece and a pleasure to read.
2006-10-31


Amanda K
i admire the strength of structure here and different views.
2006-10-31


BlueyedSoul
You are a master of language!
A wordsmith, like no other Thomas!!!
~Blue
2006-10-31


liz munro The PoetBay support member heart!
This great 'nasty piece'
grabs you from the opening line
and won't let go.

liz
2006-10-31


Emelén The PoetBay support member heart!
Carnevale .. p for poe ___t grand . Flesh , only you could serve it this fresh .
2006-10-31


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Only you could write this "nasty piece" but give it heart and soul!
2006-10-31