12.19.2012

burning lies

Thru
her window,
a shack returns
to its origins
in the crick,
a ladder climbs
to a second-story
window.

liar liar
pants on fire

The window
seems
to radiate
as flames
lick
walls.

She finds
her center
by pressing
her belly
against
the cold wall.

Deceiver, dissembler
Your trousers are alight
From what pole or gallows
Do they dangle in the night?

Can an angel
appear
outside
your window
if the burning bush
freezes?

She must
speak the truth.

photo by Marian Kent
 
Written for Kerry's pastiche prompt to the Real Toads, with apologies to William Blake. (The italicized fifth stanza is from William Blake's poem "The Liar.")