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Sting
by Clara Mae GregoryJilted in a jaded love,
envy floated down
in a viridescent glow
onto the vaunty words
waiting down below.
Together, entwined,
the words took flight
on the vespine wings
of an angry pride.
With emulous stings,
they pierced and plied,
spurious sins on the victims,
with wounds swelled
by the lies. 01/13/2014 Author's Note: *I'l be fussing around with this one...
Posted on 01/13/2014
Copyright © 2026 Clara Mae Gregory
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 01/14/14 at 06:05 PM Every word has its place in this expressive piece. You help me explore new words that add so much to your works. A tight poem, the structure reinforces the entwined words, those last lines leave me squirming. |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 01/14/14 at 10:09 PM Makes one say, "Ouch" emphatically to the sense of betrayal and hurt. |
| Posted by Laura Doom on 01/14/14 at 11:39 PM I normally wince when encountering the ubiquitous 'entwined' in a poem, but here it has a distinctly effective irony. Good to know I'm not alone in playing with poetry even after it's been posted. Enjoyed the taste of alliteration... |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 01/15/14 at 05:41 PM Sometimes the use of uncommon (non everyday conversational) words doesn't work, but in this case they do fine, and enhance the expression and experience, while simultaneously sparking the imagination. Time to get out that dictionary! :) |
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