A Patchwork of Verses

A work of ''meta-poetry'', on a rather abstract level.

Inside your pocket
These words remain
Contained by needle
This thread gains

A patchwork
A verse
hidden silent
as a curse

Tricking humans
to theft
Slipping through
our hands
A cackle is heard
on demand

From Brighid
they take
meter and rhyme
Stiching the secrets
one at a time

Words, words
the writer wants
None of these patches
patches that haunt

Endings come in spirits
Triumph that we drink
after the thunder
we finish, spoiled in ink