By Frogg Corpse
PROMPT — If only ...
In the last warmth of autumns hold
Gripping damp November cold
Protection from this fear
While stripped from comfort clothes.
Leering in the dark
Sweat, rinsing palms,
Moving through words once smooth
Lost along ambiguous thought
An arid sugared spice
Mulling on the mind
Humming a little tune
While staring into night
Sorrows shedding leaves
By the limbering of the pines
Near the douglas keeping watch
At the site where windows cry
Under pattered raining roof,
Sounding querent from broken breast
The heart once beat its truth
The night two lovers leapt.
Frogg Corpse is a poet from Louisville, Kentucky. Frogg has had work published by Cajun Mutt Press, Artifact Nouveau, Necro Mag, The Woody Creeker, Louisville's LEO Weekly, Written Tales Magazine, and Red Penguin Publishing. In 2020, Frogg did a poetry slam hosted by Spoken word artist Suli Breaks. Frogg writes from Louisville, Kentucky.