Golem

as I see this

unholy earth, dark with stein,

unformed loam of birth;

a worded child of mud,

fingernail skinned blacklack eyes

peek out of a ball of wet slam,

a groundling that waves like a black branch

across the sleeping fields,

see a shadow under the cold grass,

half in sight under a crust of frost. 

Reviews

[Valentine]

Sounds like the arrival of spring, only winter just does not want to let go yet. Valentine

[Cascara (aka Sprint Goe..]

i like your depiction of the golem - you make them seem so peaceful and mysterious

[jacob erin-cilberto]

smeagol looking for that ring---many just spend lives searching for what they don''t have...instead of appreciating and being comfortable with what they do...and it is a cold wasteland/ marsh of wanting out there, for sure.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Clay and mud brought to life in another fantastic poetic offering with earthly and descriptive judicial word choice Leslie. Has the feel of the underground, the supernatural, that to be feared.