Monday, 28 January 2019


The air is thick  
as we sink in
first bites of untruth
through its smooth,
almost ripe
stubborn skin, to meet
layers of sweet, but
it refuses our teeth
and tongues laced with
chatter, wrapping its
darkness around
our secrets
to keep us quiet,
to save us
from ourselves.


Jenny said...

Welcome Ariane! Conice and powerful imagery. Excellent poem.

Lise Larsen said...

Wonderful poem, I really liked this one!
“to keep us quiet, to save us somehow”
Indeed, keeping quiet, keeping safe at the point of lies seems ingrained in us. But how much is truth worth, and what is truth?

Ariane Lewis said...

Thanks for having me, Jenny! I'm so glad you guys have returned. And great question, Lise. Because it's often subjective, is there such a thing as truth? I'll have to think about that.

Ande said...

Multi layered and striking. The last stanza can be kind of unnerving, depending on the truth behind the untruth, to continue the discussion about truths 😊 Anyway, I liked to read this a lot.