The Thief

There, there she is walking away just over there.

The laminar moonlight through the barren tree limbs luminesces off the pearlescent skin of her arms and shoulders.

An atramentaceous fountain flows from her scalp as if a living thing

The scraggly weald and nocturnal creatures are rendered insignificant under her effulgence.

Her onyx skirt is an eddy of liquid silk as she glissades with flowing flounces through the glade.

The trail is easy to follow from the wet, dark circles tracing her wake.

She does not peruse it; it is just a dalliance for her, a bauble for her momentary entertainment.

Perhaps its color beckoned her notice because of its semblance to her crimson bodice, laced in black filigree.

Eventually her interest will drift away and she will drop it to the pellicle of leaves below.

There it will join the circles; wet, cold, spent, desecrated.

She proceeds on, into the inaccessible future, where she will appropriate yet another.

Author's Note

This is meant to be a narrative, descriptive type of poem, some people have had a problem with it because of the lack of rhyme and say it is just prose. If you read all my writing, you'll see I have little use for rhyme, I find it childish. Take it as you will. By "flounces" I meant the folds of a flounced skirt, as in the accompanying picture. My English lit. instructor had a problem with this, she thought I was using the word as a verb, not a noun. Thus presenting a contradictory image. She also did not understand what "it" is. Please, let me know if you think you know what "it" is in the poem! Update; still no one has commented on "it", and I thought that would be so obvious, shows you what I know about people.

Reviews

[Nathina Outright]

Amazing job! keep up the good work! Oh, and by the way, WELCOME!!!!

[Emily?]

Awesome right =)

[Patrick Gerlits]

You sure do have an large and colorful vocabulary.
This was an incredibly thought provoking poem.
I could follow along seeing in my mind what you were describing. It really was quite beautiful =D.

[A]

WOW! Great descriptions and imagery. I don't know what to say...definitely one of the better poems I've ever read on here. GREAT piece! Very well written! :)