Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, COTTONMOUTH, by JULIAN LEE RAYFORD


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COTTONMOUTH, by                    
First Line: In this low, grey room
Last Line: Burst flaming in my brain.


In this low, grey room,
I flinch at a bat's rasping teeth,
While from the stair into the cellar,
spirits come alluringly,
murmuring soft as cobwebs
that flutter noiselessly.
They draw me irresistibly
down upon the stair,
where in an aura radiated
by waving of its head
an enchanter is intent.
And it seems a fairy dancing
in gossamer robings
refulgent with purple and gold
of images created on water by light.
I know that, finally, I must halt,
at the bottom of the stair,
Enchantment coursing through me
from beauty writhing at my feet.
Imagining the white mouth a cereus,
when I lean to fancied fragrance,
fangs will crash into my face
and a myriad electricities
burst flaming in my brain.





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