Tea-ching

under pale blush of a hushed moon 
on a tea leaf, a bumpy tongue is twisted
scavenging for slick, silvery light
against dripping waves of amber

caught in a trickling swirl
fleeing the fatally famished 
sipping on bitter, medicinal tincture
disposing of disfiguring maladies

a canopy of leaves shelters,
eclipses the playful games of hunter and hunted,
breaks moonbeams, and breaks wills
thief and giver of the luminous source

Reviews

[APOORVA]

very impressive write.
Just keep up your classy work.
commendable

[Cameron Berry]

Thank you Apoorva for your review. I'm glad you liked this piece, and will surely get to your work soon!

[...]

Very poetic. Words floating at my head. And stay there on forever.

[Cameron Berry]

Thanks Martin. I wonder if they'll ever dissipate! Thanks again.

[emmajoy]

What beautiful words, They remind me of ancient verses - full of distinctly colourful but calm events, meant for the good yet.. displaying a mystical event tween two adversaries in the natural world.

[Cameron Berry]

Thank you very much Emma, for the kind words. You seemed to have read right through to my intent.