The Impasse

Under the big black sun 
      there are two who move
like mantises hunting
legs tremble-straining 
         against 
the still/shadowed day

others move between them, easy
         bellies full and faces worried
          coaxing at the far-eyed pair.

The boiling sun begins its fleeing 
the roaring, ravenous moon’s creeping 
Earth and sky crush down 
                              and release
the others hide - night is coming.

the two dark mantids hold their paces
staring,
staring past each other
one must bend so that there’s morning 

the big black boiling sun is waiting.

Author's Note

Don't ignore capitalization or incorrect punctuation. These sorts of "errors" are intentional.

Reviews

[Emily B]

you are a master of words, your art is wondrous

[bobc]

blh...thanx so much. This is well written and structured for the page. I hope I'll get to see more from you. I particularly like 'big black sun' and 'big black boiling sun'...very strong images. ...bobc