Inspired by AB11, OVP11, SaraFM11

Are They Here to Stay?

Not confined to moon-murmur,
the dark things wander,
slide sticky fingers across your mind,

and gallop through your ganglia,
they whisper, “we are here to stay,”

but they eat and excrete lies,
the terroir producing vintage terror;
they offer confusion as amuse-bouche,
destruction comes as dessert,

even as white-blooming light glows
and flowers drop petals
to carpet spring’s steps to tomorrow,

and you think, “breathe,”
and you wonder,
is it too late?

My poem for Day 11 of Paul Brookes Poetry Month Ekphrastic Challenge. You can see the art and read the other poems here.