It feels great to be Dodging the Rain again

DODGING THE RAIN

HOW DEMONS GET THEIR WINGS

Here comes streetlight
and me again

a lover’s cheap charms
all over her diary

ambrosial language
for naked game

erogenous trust
her throat moans deeper

my sliver of smile
how can she know

true love cuts
red is a singer

in vocal cords
to stain her dress

death is a river
to wash her away

my knife is fed
I feel them grow

Basilike Pappa is a bookmonger and a wordcubine. Her work has appeared on Intrinsick, Timeless Tales, Rat’s Ass Review, Surreal Poetics, Bones – Journal for Contemporary Haiku, Sonic Boom, and Visual Verse. She is a member of Sudden Denouement – A Global Divergent Literary Collective. Most of the time she can be found reading near a window in Greece.

You can read more of Basilike’s work here, and on her blog Silent Hour.

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27 thoughts on “Basilike Pappa, How Demons Get Their Wings

    1. Thank you, Charlie!

      This poem started lengthier, and then I began to cut. I wanted to see how I could put the most imagery in fewer words. The title was inspired by another blogger’s poem. I’m glad it worked for you!

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      1. Oh, no, it wasn’t the cut up technique — it was me writing more and then ‘cutting’ (throwing away) words to make the poem as concise as possible.

        Thank you again, Charlie, I’m so happy you enjoyed it!

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