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Necropoleis


"Necropoleis"



Naked and invisible
strange weather 
has transported 
me through the 
dark violet 
Necropoleis

towards the 
eternity that 
is You

Floating like a 
leaf, cold-veined
To another life
Fire, that is You

I am falling 
into You

Naked and invisible
strange weather 
has transported 
me through the 
dark violet 
Necropoleis

towards the 
eternity that 
is You

Awaking slowly
I am falling 
into You

Floating like a 
leaf, cold-veined
naked and invisible
transported through the 
dark violet 
Necropoleis 

Falling
into another life,

FIRE

towards the 
eternity that 
is You



(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)




“Strange Weather” / Anna Calvi feat. David Byrne
https://youtu.be/nulQtD5-emU 








Necropolis/singular
Necropoleis/plural





Photographer: Bill Henson/Australia
https://tolarnogalleries.com/artists/bill-henson/








(1) Bill Henson/Australia 
https://www.broadsheet.com.au/sydney/art-and-design/article/after-seven-years-controversial-photographer-bill-henson-makes-his-long-awaited-return-sydney


(2) Bill Henson/ Australia
https://www.abc.net.au/news/2017-03-09/bill-henson-model-alice-heyward-defends-controversial-photograph/8338430


(3) Bill Henson /Australia
http://www.australianreview.net/digest/2008/06/valentine.html

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Kai Michael Neumann

Date: 4/9/2020 11:40:00 AM

Brilliant as always. Kind wishes, Kai

Lady Labyrinth
Date: 4/10/2020 12:20:00 AM

Thank you. Kai, to answer your question in mail - "Necropoleis", is one of the spellings one can use for the plural of the singular Necropolis. I am referring to more than one dead city. In my poem, the protagonist is travelling through more than one dead city to reach her destination, her lover or any other way of perceiving, "You".

Frederic Parker

Date: 4/8/2020 4:49:00 PM

the soul of the brain exposes its illusions, only to reveal the deepest most inner thoughts or perhaps a fleeting moment caught while half-asleep

Lady Labyrinth
Date: 4/8/2020 6:51:00 PM

I being mere mortal, the lesser of the skin of the night, dream of romance in another realm, waking to sunlight and daydreams of rogues with devilish smiles. This dear Bard, is my ongoing plight. x

Ts Poetry

Date: 4/7/2020 6:29:00 PM

Never invisible as arms stretch out to catch you. Beautiful M xx

Lady Labyrinth
Date: 4/8/2020 1:57:00 AM

It is the lesser evil, Peaky Blinders. Unfortunately, I have the propensity to fly into the arms of the darker shade, like metal to a magnet. Of course, I could be invested with an overload of Light, which attracts Dark. Pathologically, down the genetic bloodline, let us hope this trait is not hereditary. nb. "The Prodigy" who is reading this, to take note ...

Ts Poetry
Date: 4/7/2020 7:14:00 PM

Lol, Peaky Blinders is good stuff..don't fall in love with any of the blokes <3

Lady Labyrinth
Date: 4/7/2020 6:39:00 PM

This is the combined result of cabin fever, overdosing on Peaker Blinders and the daily escalating disturbing statistics of Covid19 deaths, viewing the testimony of frontline medical staff, and witnessing mobile morgues in trucks in NYC (45) at last count....and the possibility of finding romance through the Necropoleis...afterlife. NYC Stock Exchange more than likely doing well from all the souls it is selling....