05 February 2011


Splinter trickery from guile
expose flesh shells under sieging petticoats.
Precise incisions slice through sorcery
while creatures whimper
and scrutiny bares deceitful souls.

Redemption rests in mindfulness.
Breathe and be true.
Illuminate the ruse of guile.
Rise to the day’s remains,
splinter trickery from self,
and welcome authenticity.

The Writer's Island prompt for this fine day was the word "beguile." No title came(I'd welcome suggestions), perhaps as this is a work in progress. It doesn't feel complete to me. Be sure to visit Writer's Island for other takes on the prompt.