Picture Credit: Alfred Tennyson
Bewitched
“Nay!” He said
And turned his feet away from her.
The lady’s eyes, however,
Fixated on those steps of this stranger.
“Requiem?” She stuttered
And pictured a naked lady from Harbinger.
The man, with his witty outlook,
Nodded in his ballistic tone,
But sniffed the possible danger.
“Right away, your majesty!” She whispered
And commenced her mystical hymn in her voice so tender.
He, with his heavy and drunk eyelids,
Shrunk to his phallus
And eventually, embellished as a ring in her pinky finger!
The Twelfth poem in the series of NaPoWriMo 2018 challenge. This poem taps a small mystical story.
The song of the day is classical and the best relaxer music ever made – Beethoven Moonlight Sonata
Read this poem with a sense of emptiness. Did you like the new treatment or, it’s a miss for you? – either case, please share your opinion in the comment section.
I am Shivesh – Poet, Writer, Actor, Theatre Artist and Now also becoming, Filmmaker (amateur).
