Notes About The Poem
Written for the contest " swimming in grief" sponsored by Sara Jama
Mourning Myrtles
My moon,
w i t h o u t your delicate fingers
stroking the claustrophobic chambers
of this nocturnal heart,
I search for macabre metaphors
to feed the midnight monsters
lurking in the cold crevices of darkness,
like enemies befriending my suppressed trauma,
masking infernal intentions
with serpentine allure
and diamond daggers,
playing tricks on the soul of twilight.
As in your absence,
I am l o s t, like a muse without a rhyme,
battling tomb-tides,
ferrying the faceless phantoms of the past,
luring the weary winds
to follow the cursed currents,
as if I have no voice~
but would they know,
I carve these words with ashes and tears,
merged with memories
that never fade,
amidst the Luna that found
its wintry magic
in the warmth of ephemeral auroras,
oblivious to the fragranced flame
of undying romance,
kissing the skin of the Stygian skyline,
an ambiance etched
with doomed dahlias
and spectral lilies…
Tonight, feel me in silence,
from afar,
dulcet desires entwined amidst
this distant devotion.
Love me, as I ache for
the scripted solace within the crestfallen crystals
of your eclipsed spheres...
I thread orchids with syllables of smoke,
swimming in grief through Aphrodite's
lakes of swans
engraved with agony and pain
as moonlight wanes~
swallowing mourning myrtles
of b u r n i n g love...
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