The Sarka

The Sarka can be found in most dark places
Silent as shadow
Ageless but tattered and worn
She is creativity in its most destructive form

She creates definition and proportion
Shadows of doubt across tiles of light
Hesitation and inattention

You have felt her post modern touch
Have tasted the bitterness in your coffee
Smelled her robes in the tainted places of your life

And you think
(as so many have thought)
that you can cast her out
That somehow, you are immune . . .

When her sister
Love
leaves you
(as she is known to do)
It might be best to dance with the Sarka
(You don’t have to like it
but it does pass the time)

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Chyfrin the Celtic poet

Artist, Poet, Electrical/Biomedical Engineer, Actor, Playwright, Set construction, Educator, Lover of womankind and single malt scotch

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