The scintilla of doubt
that wormed its way into your mind
if only it were aliferous!
alas! it has sowed a seed of suspicion
I see the crease of frown on your forehead
as you slip uneasily into dormiveglia
I hear the susurration of your brain
as it wrests with your heart
my defence is bare truth
which may sound unbelievable
but I can’t utter gilded lies.
Written for dVerse poetics. Today’s host, Mish, has challenged us to use some uncommon words. You can read more about it here.
Also for Eugi’s moonwashed weekly challenge.