Lady Labyrinth Poet Free verse

Love Pyres

"love pyres" 

after the war
romance became 
compulsory 

not desultory

twin flames
lit each other 
up

love pyres

ashes 
falling 
Psyche rising

immaculate
immolate
in the aftermath

falling,
 
silence 
sings
lit within

kissed by Eros

(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)



“Like Snow on the Beach”/ Taylor Swift, Lana Del Rey
https://youtu.be/069MS0nKpbg

"Mastermind" / Taylor Swift
https://youtu.be/EJCMU_RxQBI

"Labyrinth"/ Taylor Swift
https://youtu.be/wGbGEUC6F4s





"Ours is essentially a tragic age, 
so we refuse to take it tragically. 

The cataclysm has happened,
we are among the ruins, 
we start to build up 
new little habitats, 
to have new little hopes. 

It is rather hard work: 
there is now no smooth road into the future: 
but we go round, or scramble over the obstacles. 

We’ve got to live, 
no matter how many skies have fallen." 
("Lady Chatterley's Lover", D.H. Lawrence) 














rapture.


LYRICS/ "Mastermind", Taylor Swift
https://genius.com/Taylor-swift-mastermind-lyrics

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