Angler

Come,
leave gravity behind,
rise from the dark red of Mars
to meet the end of my spine

Behold its milky lantern,
born of a golden symbiosis,
watch it rise and fall
as you're lost in your hypnosis

Ignore these ghost-white eyes
as crimson ribbons dance unseen,
sharpened spikes angled inward,
as you cross through in between

Too close to see your nightmare,
you take but one more breath
as that milky light of home
quickly now becomes your death

Author's Note

Work in progress.

Thanks to 'Shy Joe' for the idea of the subject matter

Reviews

[emipoemi]

Work in progress? I would think no more.....it has great imagery, marvellous musicality - it's profound and thought provoking! It's a poem that demands to be analyzed right to the very core to find the meaning (which is great in a poem), for I'm getting two types of vibes from this: one, the actual fish, and the other, a je ne sais quoi of arcane adventure that really proves readers must pause and ruminate on it a bit more, for all that may seem to be may in turn actually be not. Well done!

[Gaia Octavia]

Thank you very much, you are very kind. I am glad you enjoyed it ☺