Staining Black the Cold Floor

The poem below is written in response to a challenge offerred on Impromptu Promptings.

Just So You Know

I scraped the cream
off the milk you hid
in the cellar

behind the clay pots,
licked it from my hands
as a cat licks its paws,

each taste sweet and thick,
weaving my delight
with the darkness

that spilt from my heart,
staining black the cold floor.


14 thoughts on “Staining Black the Cold Floor

  1. Pingback: Sandbox Writing Challenge 21 — Shhhh! It’s a secret. | Impromptu Promptlings

  2. I wondered why I hadn’t seen any posts from you in a while. Thanks to Judy’s re-blog, I discovered I was NOT following you. Even though the last I knew, I was! Thank you, Judy … I might have missed the pleasure of reading this curiously darkish poem. 🙂


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