He slithers through the mute suburban maze,
A serpent buried in the silent night.
No mortal could escape that fiery gaze,
The vacant eyes aglow with ghostly light!
Some say they’ve seen the phantom taking flight,
His eerie glow an iridescent blue.
He mutely treads the roads til out of sight
and rests in wait until recalled anew.
When new day dawns he enters town to brood,
emerging, innocent as anything.
Then opening that gaping mouth for food,
the door snaps shut, his appetite appeased.
His eyes, those giant windows, gleam like stars
and noisily, the beast squeaks past the cars.
City bus. The transformation happens half-way through, to the bus and to the perfect rhyming and capitalization too. My first Spenserian sonnet!
ReplyDeleteNice!! I thought it might be a train but bus came to mind too. Either way, cool sonnet.
ReplyDeleteThank you! :) I like to keep everyone guessing! :P
ReplyDeleteknow nothing about poems, but i like your writings..
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