Drums

Poetry

Photo credit @lauramakabresku.

Do you feel that pounding
beneath your tired feet?
With my crown of crows,
you’ll realize you’ve never known fear,
like the kind I conjure when you see me.
Steady your pulsating heart,
for those beats of my witch drums
will be your last.

© Sarah Doughty

 For the #NovemberNotes challenge.
Hosted by myself and Rosema of A Reading Writer.
Today’s song is Cupid Carries A Gun by Marilyn Manson.

28 thoughts on “Drums

  1. i love this. this is like having a procedure with anesthesia and the doctor is telling you – this is to prepare you for the pain when this procedure fails. i like too that he is standing on the thin covering of the chasm into which he is going to sucked imminently.

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