
They lie upon delicate white sheets,
seemingly harmless,
orderly,
quiet, until undressed,
cleverly catching your eye
with a little extra darkening,
like mascara on come-hither lashes,
and you are lost.
Your fingers feel the fragile silkiness.
Impelled to search further,
your eyes widen in wonder
at the hitherto unknown,
or long-since forgotten,
imagination playing with
each discovery.
You have opened a treasure trove
of beauty and power.
But what will you do with it?
In the wrong hands
It could turn into
a lethal lexicon.
Linking this to Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt to write prose or poetry using the word ‘Lexicon’ and using exactly 85 words. (https://sammiscribbles.wordpress.com/2022/04/16/weekend-writing-prompt-255-lexicon/).
Wow, Marion… I particularly like the second stanza! ❤
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Thank you David. Gotta love the dictionary! ☺️
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A heart-quickening poem!
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