Paula Swanson Poet Quatrain

Embracing Death

Beyond yon roof, of sod and thatch
Beyond yon door, of wood and latch
Beyond the reach of man's morals
Beyond yon hedge of thicket Laurels

Dwells a creature in forest veil
Dwells one, that lives, beyond the pale
Dwells, who takes victims with care
Dwells, who with, blank eye does stare

Watch, it does, from beneath the moon
Watch, it does, from shadows bestrewn
Watch, it has intent to bespell
Watch and feel its brace impel

Whilst, I hold, dreams sempiternal
Whilst, I invite, days be final
Whilst, I take last, sweet breath
Whilst, I embrace my lover....Death

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Julie Heckman April 4, 2011 at 9:00 PM I love this poem...I could read this for days. Julie

William Kershaw April 1, 2011 at 1:02 AM Paula, Brrrrrrr. Chilling. So well presented. As one whose dance is near, This makes it seem like I'm on Dancing with the Stars! Wonderful writing. Love, Will

Dana Smith March 31, 2011 at 2:10 PM WOW. Just WOW!!!!! LOVE it. This is my kind of shhhtuffff right here!! XD kudos to you indeed.

Marymkilker Marymkilker March 31, 2011 at 10:18 AM That was brillently written and the best i have read yet. Great Job very real

Sidney Beck March 31, 2011 at 10:16 AM Afraid I never say "awesome" or other superlative things...... am not easily impressed ....... but this is a poem in a million...the intensity of the language, the choice of lexicon, the tone, the theme are all very professional, very impressive....like POE or DICKINSON you make death come alive ( no pun intended).....a remarkable piece of composition Paula....my compliments indeed....sincerely..Syd