“Tailor of timeless thread
Sow me an overcoat fit for the gods
From fine weave Musk ox wool
To blunt the teeth of winter
Dye it black as the Great White’s eyes
So I can slip past the night
Line it with Red Widow’s silk
To keep the blood from cooling
Make the pockets deep
So I can fill them with gold.”







I envision like Nord’s. This is good. to blunt the teeth of winter. Good line
Thanks for reading. Again its a poem from a story.
A mysterious coat.
Regards
James
This is deep….love the metaphors
Thanks for reading.
Its the beginning of a short story. Glad you got it.
Regards
James