Swallowing Suns

Swallowing Suns

A Poem by Phillip J Clayton

Strong and Stern, fierce in anger;
Resentful indignation.

Vengeance becomes them;

Giving birth to moons, thrive in darkness,

wombs impregnated by snakes. 

Nothing but shadows;

A void, craving warmth,

cold and hollow, breathless.

Poisoned by tongues, they spoke of love;

Trading angels for demons, hell for heaven,

grabbed by the feet, dragged from above.

Sleep, terror swiftly comes;

Sweet, death's embrace,

sorrow smiles.

Come, damned with open arms;

Weak and broken,

singing to the day, only night remains.

Whimpering, whimper, mother dear...
Curse the child, father lies.
Baptised in blood, feed the flies.

© 2015 Phillip J Clayton

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Thanks Philip,

I did an entire art show on this poem. It's one of my new favourites, I'm glad you appreciate it.


Posted 3 Years Ago

Angry wording creates a special feel to this poem. Trading angels for demons...strong imagery.

Well done.

Posted 3 Years Ago

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Added on June 24, 2015
Last Updated on June 26, 2015


Phillip J Clayton
Phillip J Clayton


A visual artist, designer and creative consultant with 15+ years of experience working in the creative industry. As an independent artist, also pursuing a host of personal projects and brands. I wr.. more..