Sanctum
Within the soul
Bedchamber once hidden
Curtain torn from top to bottom
Heaven
Date: 02/02/2024
Pick-A-Title, Vol. 41 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
It will rain today and NEPA will seize the light
The firmament is dark, the cloud is enormous
The singing birds have fled
Everyone to its home
It will rain today, I’m worried
I have neither roof enough for storage
Nor grow fins to swim
My Bedchamber a harbour
for the looming flood
It will rain and flood everywhere
Motors will be trapped in the traffic,
Passengers will trek miles in group
And pedestrians will muddle the streets
It will rain today and farm road slippery
I will be drenched by the spit of the over drunk bushes,
Work in cassava plantation boring,
And father wont take no for answer
It will rain today and plants would rejoice
Happy plants will feed and feed mankind
Animals will eat and give us living
For it rains to bless mankind
It will rain; it will rain
The horrifying black sky scares me
A fair blue sky turns suddenly foul!
A calm refreshing breeze turns swiftly wild!
It will rain; look up the scaring skies
I wish you're the obedient Noah
Under the heavy cloud of the great flood
Who heeded the warning of the looming danger.
Sisters (Cassandra and Jane)
Cassandra and her Jenny
could not dwell long apart,
they shared the same bedchamber
and beating of one heart.
When parted they wrote letters
where sibling love would shine.
In every sentence written,
sweet laughter flowed like wine.
Cassandra's love for Jenny
was in the end employed,
for fondness of her sister
those letters were destroyed.
No picking over missives
the author left behind.
No setting on that pathway
to search into her mind.
Cassandra loved her Jenny,
loved her true and long,
continued still to love her
when life itself was gone.
She sits alone within the hall
Close to the fire keeping her warm
Silken dress worn threadbare
Watching fire sprites dance and flare.
Dreaming of someone in her heart
Lonlieness pierces like a dart
Within candle light glow
Her tears not to show.
From her bedchamber she creeps
Hoping not to fall on worn steps
There at her door he stood
A knight come calling carrying mead.
He came from lands wet and bleak
Where North Wind looks to seek
Cracks and gaps in castle wall
Come to find her at Haddon Hall.
Her fame was spread throughout the land
And he saddled his horse and stravaiged far
Till at last on this dark,cold night
He found his way to Haddon Hall.
They talked and chatted long into the night
Till dawn came through clear and bright
Her head it jerked and she awoke
Sitting by the fire in Haddon Hall.
© andrew provan mcintyre 21/5/2015.
Dragon slain, all set aright
Maiden held in arms so tight
His blue eyes saw future bright
They reached the castle by night
Bathed and dressed in virgin white
To bedchamber she did alight
He was moved and moaned outright
Suppressed passion did ignite
He forgot what to recite
Every word had taken flight
How she glowed in candle light
He tried to temper his might
With each caress ever slight
He raised her to wondrous height
The night shimmered with delight
Heaven burst upon her sight
How her body did excite
He loved her through day and night
Hopes and dreams she did incite
T’was she who had saved the knight
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Lady fair...my fairmaiden
I picture you in your bedchamber
facing your vanity contemplating
the sad beauty,of raven locks
glinting emerald eyes,which cry
only within',as no tears are
to be seen on your self reflection
The knowing of your one true love
....uncertainty is his return
as you slowly brush out ebony curls
trying to smile in anticipation
thoughts as a deep well overflow
and flood your emotion filled heart
Fingers wrapped in spiraling forms
you begin to tug in pouty frustration
longing to be touched,to be desired
as your wanting fantasy screams
within' the confines of your mind
within' the self being reflected back
....only seen by you,only known to you
If only I could,my mind transcend
defy the universal law,and
rip apart the fabric of space
which veils as a seperator
disallowing a moments grace filled
wonder of your loving touch
to soothe eachothers burning will
but...alas,my lady fair
fore we must wait
time takes care of eveything
in due time......
She was a pallor woman, says the mirror on the
Wall above her bureau: A tranquil woman too,
Says her diary which lay near her bed on the
Floor; and a deathless woman, says the crimson
Stain upon her blouse that lay draped over a
Chair in the corner of the room; but not one
For sunlight, say the black velvet cloak that
Lay neatly on her bed.
She lived alone, says the empty room next to
Hers; She was barren, says the long black
Dress that was worn; money was not a problem,
Says the antique furniture around the room; and
Her heart cold, says the silence that floats
Forever throughout the dusty bedchamber.
Something went wrong, says the lingering scent
Of death in the room. The faded painting -of
Darkness on a cold winter night- on her
Wall, say her life was an immoral one; untouched
Morsels left on delicate china that sits on the
End table, says she never felt hunger. And her
Victims? Never to be found or seen again-their
Bodies left lifeless on some unknown terrain.
Something went wrong, they say.
This is a dark poem in the form of "Abandoned Farmhouse" by Ted Kooser
Designing a building a home
Is the art of making love
Construct the kitchen first
Quenching hunger and thirst
For better listening and speaking
More intimately of the day
Giving undivided attention
Create your place a cozy den
The room to lounge and live in
A haven from worldly affairs
Snuggling close and comforting
Minds, hearts and bodies
Refreshened, preen to groom
Develop a spacious bathroom
Erect four walls, a roof
Last room, make for the bedchamber
And all night it's so right
Because all day is foreplay
With everything you do and say
Upon the concrete foundation of marriage
Signature in Blue
offended by midnight hue
Come calling calling swiftly near
only a true love left alone to hear
A fainter smell left hanging on
Chartruce vermillion clinging 'til dawn
A bedchamber slightly abused
denotes a love that went out refused
Twilight bells ringing still
a heart bottomed-out cannot refill
I heard this amid the crowd
of stars dying down and crying loud
The message printed out in bold
a story never heard but always told
made love to an ocean blue
thinking the cold expanse had been you
To memory to darkness to death
a love faded out without sigh or breath
To all the dreams laid to waste in time
a simple story laid down in rhyme