PRISM by Miss Steele

Miss Steele | January 16th, 2024 | poetry | No Comments

Poem

Stream dark wonder, how mesmerised I deem Rigidity engulfs my innocuous stare To wither with hope inside a tremulous beam Which should not entice light rustling the spectrum’s gladdened gleam I manage no other, no other should be behind my dimensionally touched harshened white screen

All the while my fascination erupts with resplendent wonder, as hope can never wither Such splendid hues submit to my will forged in darkness and shining brighter still, incandescent and alluring Converging and amalgamating to ignite and transform from harsh white to water colour and serene

Poet Bio

she is artwork and glory
she smells like cherries, spilt ink and thunderstorms

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