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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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!

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

Sandy Hiss
Perfect poem for Halloween, fits in really well with the macabre.

This is indeed a gripping piece and a pleasure to read.

Amanda K
i admire the strength of structure here and different views.

You are a master of language!
A wordsmith, like no other Thomas!!!

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


EmelÚn The PoetBay support member heart!
Carnevale .. p for poe ___t grand . Flesh , only you could serve it this fresh .

Only you could write this "nasty piece" but give it heart and soul!