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Peaked like a gambrel roof.
Gambling for dun gold.
Axion, axiom, aloof.
Red ochre, old sold.
Cairn by the roadside?
Stacked rocks, a cache prepared.
Treasure someone tried to hide?
Looks like he got scared.
Snow, cover the landscape.
O ice, freeze others out.
Mellifluous, monster? Gape.
Crowd, you saw the rout.
Wasp and hornet, stingers sharp?
Yes, and barbed as well.
Angel, do you play the harp?
Demon, dwell in hell?
Chaos, birth in me a star!
Dancing free and fine!
Gaze, through haze! From near to far!
Belladonna, wine!
Resonance, a game of chance?
Let us play to win.
Downpour, between drops we dance!
Flippers, flick thy fin!
Ichor, wicker, nicker.
Thicker than water, blood?
Well, it's in the liquor.
Get sicker, O my brood.
Xiphoid, grip and push upward.
Solar plexus, wait.
Guts of mine, thy life is hard.
Fortunate, O fate?
Magnet, mind, medicinal!
Silent sane to soar!
Anger, wax ephemeral!
Lion, time we roar!
Victim of the vicious?
That's all of us down here.
Belladonna, blunderbuss!
Dare to disappear!
Code of the volcanic core?
Heat. That's all there is.
Burn, O nuclear reactor!
Love, like lava kiss!
Dark fire, be my intellect!
Sizzle as you boil!
Golem, gold. Gone? Genuflect!
River, run to roil!
Organ music, play for keeps!
Dissonant and fine!
Inspiration! How it leaps!
Mandrake, please make wine!
Deadly nightshade, glassy bead!
Heart within all, bleed!
Nothingness, what people need!
Flicker as you feed!
Vampire, dawn is fatal!
So do not go outside!
Amniotic, prenatal!
Terror, must we hide?
Cauldron, contain witch's brew!
Strongest! That will do!
Hope, by God, will ye accrue?
Safe succor, we sue!
Blessings, flow! My angels, dance!
Demons, fly in ring!
Fate and Fortune, now's our chance!
Sylvan, sacred! Sing!
Swing, branches of druid's tree!
Machine, melody!
Fill my heartblood, fancy-free!
Prayer and prophecy!
Positive? O prison shiv!
We all love to live!
Agony, thy gift to give?
Mankind: new missive!
Heaven and Hell, thee I tell!
Gibbous moon, thy spell!
Kin and kingdom, knick or knell?
Wicker, nicker, well...
Agency, apt was the day that they came.
Eyes of red flame; a waxpaper gabbaim.
Maintenance workers, how did the place run?
O subterranean lair, set to stun.
Gadfly, gawk well at the faces in crowds.
Blank like new life beneath burial shrouds.
Waiting for traffic to let out a yell?
Rating, chessmaster, is halfway to hell.
Sacrificed pawn, did the carrion crow fly?
Round the volcano thrice, winking awry?
Train station, travelers, widows in white.
Brace, belladonna, and grant visions bright.
Simian intellect, silver flame flecked?
Genuflect, priest, as a sign of respect?
Burning in heads of the mad, lily pad?
O humanity, as cogs you were had...
Yellow king, there in thy city, what lives?
Prisoners with shivs and undoubted missives.
Golem, shall we spend the night here? Let's not.
Jotoba staff in thy hand, thought-robot?
Lycanthrope, hope. At the end of a scope?
Henbane, to cope, steep three days and don't mope.
Flowers in fields blowing brisk in the breeze.
Terror, send a flare? At ease, trees. Trapeze...
O black abyss, do leviathans kiss?
Serpents, when you hiss, spit venom to miss?
Raccoon, thy claw in the mud of the creek.
Why were you digging? Quay, quahog, tale, teak.
Plight of palladium? Poor politesse?
Languid like legendary loves? Lined less.
Tyrant of the wasteland, turmoil. Turn tail?
Vampire, thy fangs. Angel, bottles of ale...
An Internet Handshake
She reluctantly closed the book,
locking the painting back inside her mind,
then a sudden frisson of emotion,
another surreal-reveal moment,
and her smile was flint; lips unmoving
as slices of memory were being served…cold.
The relationship began with an Internet handshake
and a few engaging discoveries about each other.
It developed weekly, daily via the telephone,
stretching from Whitefish, Montana to Dover in Kent.
Initially, they felt distanced from each other
but soon they were emotionally in the next room.
A month later, in London, they met,
a spill of nervousness, a thrill of emotions
and that night jazz developed their relationship,
an allegro rhythm which rose to a presto beat
and then ‘hey presto’ they were moving in together.
He, a job in London; she followed, as did their marriage.
The months hustled by, the clock ticked relentlessly
but their allegro rhythm slackened, slowed to adagio.
Then gradually he began to control, to criticize
and, on one occasion, even bully with bruises.
It pleasured him, darkened him, reminded him
and slowly he began to feast on it.
But he hadn’t noticed that someone else had moved in!
The artist, Salvador Dali, had slipped into her imagination
and had decided to settle, to stay, to simmer.
So now the surreal had entered their relationship
but what he did note was the tickling cough again
and the spit of pain, occasionally scoring his stomach.
Preparing the evening meal, she felt for the perfumed bottle
caressing its curved edges she flushed with excitement,
soon she was adding seasoned drops of Aqua Tofana,
those special ingredients: arsenic, lead and belladonna
and she slyly sed at the irony of the situation.
He thought HE was the power and SHE knew he wasn’t!
Very soon now she was to be a widow…..a black one
but she knew she wouldn’t cry, she’d been disconnected,
and after all, she was now an expert in death.
She thought once again of the book, the painting,
the Salvador Dali image - Death Outside the Head
and then of the enduring journey of her subconscious.
Ian Souter Nov, 2024
Voices in the head, play dead.
River, rib, rill, red.
Thunderbolts within the tread.
Gold, be made to lead.
Tornado, blue widening gyre.
Belladonna, byre.
Lyrics of the liquid lyre.
Orange funeral pyre.
Mandrake, when you start to shriek.
Canine, thy bad bane.
Feline, tremulous top teak.
Wading through green rain.
Paranoid, schizophrenia.
Thought-spark, white shirt hurt?
Lachrymose the languor law.
Arrowed, O black quirt.
Severance? Gone, thine own way.
Hell and Heaven, hay.
Doubt, dread, doom, dung disarray.
Away from me stay.
Coral reef, the legal brief.
Cases, caught a cold?
Cannabis, thy pressured kif.
Brown the grizzly bold.
Nanotechnological?
That means very small.
Mother Entropy, your call.
Sword, halve. Vine, vinall.
Tyrannosaur, how you roar!
Kill floor crimson gore!
Lava volcanic null door!
Wind up war before!
Belladonna blue.
Scenes in a mystery, do.
Hope, need ye accrue?
Indeed! Heart, why bleed?
Lead? Others or ye? Be! Sea;
Four seasons; change? Strange...
Cold core, darkest door?
Ancient lore, forgotten shore?
Anything for sure?
Weathervane, point! Taut.
Stretching out without a doubt?
Shout? Pout? Win? En route...
Sickle of death god?
Hand, hold on! O carrion;
Seen thy crow? Slow? No...
Poets, why write? Sight.
Procession, no end? Night? Light.
Gods of thunder, roll.
Oracle, thy fate.
Sylvan, honeysuckle, wine.
Fates Three, Muses Nine.
Choose? Which direction?
Suffering, set us free? Plea!
Flea, heard ye of she...?
Yes, so lose heart not!
Automaton, run robot!
Thought, caught? Got the lot!
Deep creek, art thou wound?
Hurting? Me too. Life? Strife, knife.
Blink back, tears of years...
Ravine, emptying?
Silken purse on cotton string?
Sling, shot out? Without...
Great queen, thy machine!
Devour, cursed dog! Smog, slog.
Waterlog, thy bog...
Illuminate, Fate!
Crossing o'er the double strait?
Staggers in my gait...
Soldering, soldiers?
Aim for whites of eyes? Surprise!
Criticize the flies!
Tympani, turmoil.
Garden soil knows when to boil!
Ask and receive? Sieve!
Generation, gone?
Kingdom maun on grassy lawn?
Carrion crow, caw'n...
Pick up and flee? When?
Old master, disaster: been?
Yes, and, then again...
Fireplace, hearth! Hot stone!
Sparks on loan to thrones of bone.
Loan what ye own? Cone.
Ahead? Tread well, step.
Causality, thanks.
Fortune, maybe. Soon...
Vespers, thy bell. Well.
Fish, in ocean stay, today.
Runaway? Of course.
Black abysm, home?
Void, employed? Thus say some. But...
Just what is a job?
Hand of God? Well, no.
That's a position. Mission!
Purpose, define! Shine!
Shrine, thy offering.
Magic, thy ring. Ladder, rung.
Under tongue? Sing? Sung...
Glasses, clean? Seen? Lean.
Prospects, time to rise. Hies? Prize.
Hurricane, spin! Span...
Plan, made? Ocean, shade?
Game, played? Forest, glade? Trade? Slayed?
Anyway, delayed...
Gaunt gangrel, golden?
Stolen. White snow, hide nothing.
Loving mother, you!
Sail for home? Poem.
Stern caps on huge waves, flavor.
Salt, deep water, time...
O mist, thy dawn of chaos.
O morning, discord's dew.
Flame creation, take per os!
Belladonna blue...
Rhythm, rhyme, and riddle.
The griddle pipes with heat.
No use, second fiddle!
The middle? Tasting sweet!
Forever, last a moment.
Rebellion, foment fast.
Wicker man, fire, thy lament.
Nickering mare, spell cast.
Blast off, O my intellect!
Bubble in my veins!
Golem, shall we genuflect?
Someone, take the reins.
Well, vulgarity. Disgrace.
Doubt, dismay, displace.
Time, thy shadow. Joint, thy case.
Jaunt and jig-jag, jayce.
Poison, pour. O pen mine, soar.
Two-faced god, guard door.
O for golfers yelling fore!
Grim the gauntlet gore!
Yellow queen, thanks. Generals, thy tanks.
Prisoners, shiv. Shanks.
Financiers, from the banks!
Red the rumbling ranks...
Tympani, burst. Ocean, thy thirst.
Racer, get there first.
O for warriors a-worst!
Crazy are the cursed...
Peel back countless layers of moth-ridden curtains.
Feel an accelerating cold breeze brush against goose-pimpled skin,
exiting into the intoxicating unknown.
You walk through a sinner’s overwhelming rain
whilst the darkness washes over.
The scent of copper and iron fills an emptiness
occupying you on this unforgiving path.
The taste of death settles into the cracks of your tongue,
while wisps of moonlight peer through viscous clouds.
Decaying thistles graze against timid ankles,
startling you; a quiet heartbeat increases.
Picking up the pace, surrealistic silence looms.
Abruptly, thunder cracks, shattering through teeth and bone.
Flashes of lightning reveal tombstones tangled in belladonna in the distance.
Damp moss enrobes panicking feet.
Running faster, the scenery turns more sinister.
Trees sway and growl with the storm.
Murders of crows gather.
Dank, murky water blocks the way forward.
With no choice, you must wade through the sludge
as leeches try to suck the life out of your fleeting existence.
The resounding repetition of an uneasy queasiness hits
until you rip your way from the waters.
The graveyard is within sight.
Tearing the nightshade from the granite, it says:
“You should have never stepped into my mind,
for I’m nothing more than a dangerous dream,
swallowing everything I love into this hellscape.”
Petrified and slowly slipping, you reach for the other gravestone:
“Welcome to your new home,
locked perpetually in this comatose state,
mechanically alive, yet lost forevermore—
rotting inside a forgotten shell.”
"There is so much that you don't know..."
That is my sadness, and sorrow.
Carrion, drape about the crow!
River inferno, may ye flow...
O blistered heart, the truth ye see?
Care for a love in fancy-free.
Musician, write thy melody!
O constellation, guide the. sea.
Heaven and Hell, thy armies call!
Go to the battle, one and all.
Autumnal maiden, in the fall?
Tympani, beat. Funeral, pall.
Yellow eyed, young, and wild at heart?
O for the two who now must part!
Beast, pick thy prey. Archer, thy dart.
Melee, mechanic, taut and tart.
Doom, answer well the needs of fate!
Hie from the hinterland, O hate!
Golem and ghast, thus guard the gate!
Small is the mind to bad berate...
Silver as sunlight off the mirror?
Mercury, message. Road, just clear.
Voyager, trickle. Cliff, be sheer.
Doubt and dismay, and dole, be drear.
Rabid as thought in frenzied fine?
Dark fire, thy blossom. Stars, to shine.
O belladonna, be my wine!
Dynamite, explode. Death, we dine.
A demure damsel, her prussian blue eyes.
I astray all blurred, in subtle catalyze.
High cheek bones, beneath her caramel hair.
My purple veins pulse, in red wanton flare.
The pretty Belladonna smiles in cold blood,
Venom frolic my veins, they wilt in lava flood.
Extravagance of heaven, in blink of an hour,
I see lavender and lilac, in the toxic purple flower.
(Belladona in Italian means "beautiful lady",
it is also a harmless looking poisonous plant with
purple flowers,.known as the deadly nightshade)
19th January, 2019
Submitted to Kevin Shaw Purple poetry contest