Black photograph
Naked eye in flight
I'm by the river's mouth
Where they drowned us shut
My life in shadows
I won't have it any other way
The will of sunspots
The chase between night and day
Black photograph
Evil eye against my plight
I'll be myself
See it with your own eyes
Moon shaped scars
And the blade that made them so
Tincture of blood in fear
Of prolonging your sacrifice
Rife with shadows
The edge of a corner
A salute to your deference
Piercing away the tension
Bleak is my bonfire
I'll wait for sundown
Weak is my conscience
Awaiting deliverance
I walked my life on the green garden path so very long,
until an untimely sudden storm came surging strong,
flowers lost in the chasm, made me rue.
As the dark clouds drifted away at the edge of night,
the glow of your grace in sunburst sky captured my sight,
my yearning for you soared in the blue.
In the mystique night a slice of moon shaped your face,
in aromatic air my dreams flew to you to fondly embrace,
as I soaked in the fervent stardust hue.
At sparkling dawn I’d take you to my mesmeric meadow,
where you’d see my longing glitter like dew, you’d know,
how my love made pearls to adorn you.
August 19, 2020
NA In Contest : Tail Rhyme Stanza
October 4, 2020
Contest : Second Chances NA Poems Of 2020 Part iii
Sponsor : Chantelle Anne Cooke
Dinas Bran
tell your tales
share them with me
I have travelled far to listen
your walls remaining
huddle forward like greyed old men
around a warming fire
let me sit quiet as the night
in your moon shaped shadow
and dream as you do
walk across my thirsty mind
flagons filled with stories
I will not fear your ghosts
they just want to be heard.
It came in the night, a crescent smile
Slit across the midlands of its face,
The foe of a thousand nights to once again battle
A mind unsettled and heaving, drifting
Towards the edges of sleep; with the flick of an eye,
Sleep was gone, no more to return,
I thought to myself in hushed, tick-tock tones,
Speaking in tongues from a distant land
I once encountered in a faraway world,
Sweat soaking the sheets, dry beads of fear
Streaking my cheeks, or were they tears,
In the dark air gasping for peace,
As the moon-shaped face of the night congealed
And cast a pall on the unborn day,
The sun slowly rose to bleed the night of darkness,
Driving back the nocturnal beast to its lair,
Somewhere in the recesses of my mind,
Where sleep lies lifeless at the feet of this monster,
Till night returns reposing to do battle once more.
carried away on the last rays
of autumn sun in a moon-shaped pool
carried away like cosmic driftwood
she's having a pocket honeymoon
because
there's a coat of scarlet velvet
somewhere in her Estonian hair
having a picnic in a coffin
that's her own gallery of famine
please
let's visit our favourite sunken ships
born within the flood in a launderette
born at the edge of a melting ledge
she's a sick sycamore
down by the deli shop
she's a dark tunnel
in a raindrop
she's a blitz tempest
in a kindergarten
she's a jailed bouquet
her flowers of tartan
she's a coquette
a Russian roulette
my marionette
called Rosette
THE CHILL
I feel the chill of my backbone played
Like the opera phantom’s piano. Strange,
Each hair upon my arms, electrically charged.
As the storm lights up my moon-shaped face,
With hollow frightened crescent eyes,
Flickering something wicked, like
A jack-o’-lantern in the deep dark
Cavern of night. Another fearsome flash
Seems to linger and look at me. I scream.
But unlike my childhood dreams,
My mother’s not around to coddle me.
A thunderous eruption wrinkles the walls,
Felling a vainglorious painting to the floor.
And the ghostlike pale of face causes me to faint.
My knees knock together as I rise from the floor
And an oddly dressed woman places me once again
Upon the papered wall, awfully pretty with petite roses.
6/29/2017
Free verse
Side Note: Yes my first Alice in Wonderland poem I wrote cause Cheshire Cat is and was one of my favorite characters from Alice in Wonderland. Here's my poem "Cheshire Cat Smile", Enjoy and please comment!
The quarter moon shines in the night.
The bright light smiles upon me,
But it is not the moon,
The Cheshire Cat has come to play,
With his devious tricks,
And his moon-shaped eyes watching me,
From every corner,
Following my every move.
Waiting for the perfect time,
To pounce.
He's coming to get me.
To cast me under his spell,
That devious cat,
That little devil.
I am under the spell,
Of the cheshire cat smile...
Science improves things, so they say,
can't prove it by me, take the clock
once it swung, and cockco's played
now it's silent, no tick or tock.
Old clocks clucked each tick and each tock
tongue to roof, they made a clapping.
Once they had arms and hands and locks
now they don't even aid napping.
Mum's the word with digital clock
zipped are those lips, no face, no brow
no sinister tock from Hook's Croc
no moon shaped face, no leaping cow.
Flashing red numbers, fanned peacocks
neon in trancers, with tin man hearts
lipless automatons in stock
toss them all from your K-mart cart!
Live I say get a grandfather clock
one with a face, two arms and heart
with a pendulum swinging tick tock
tick off the sleepers screw K-Mart.
Somewhere between the folds of infinity
and the secrets of angels,
We must have been lovers.
Waking to blades of splendor;
(Like even your shadow makes me smile)
And the sex vivid
Under banyan trees at twilight
Or in the smoky light of your Paris flat
Smelling of rain and damp sheets;
We must have been lovers.
Through muffled memories
Of silk thread nudged by sly caresses,
It feels ripe and lush and
Forested with the kisses
Planted on my breasts by your exalted lips
(my soul obsession)
Clinging soft like wind chimes,
Then bold & red & eager
Like Friday nights and youth.
We must have been lovers.
Converging rivers, tangled and wild;
Not knowing if we'd unite again to taste
The moon-shaped curves of passion,
Or just to mention the weather;
Evading whiffs of desire
Stirred by your voice down the hall.
We must have been lovers.
Because weather is not enough
When you are in the room,
And I long for eternity and your mystic mouth
Possessed forever
In Steely Dan radiance;
Eloquent and deep,
We tumble toward bliss
And melt into history.
eagle-owl
we take this chance
your moon-shaped eyes
and steely claws
fill this night air
in moonlight dance
night casting
her
moon-shaped eyes
beneath
the
halo of
the
Serengeti skies
I remember the meeting of our lips
Where the honey drips
Like dew from a hibiscus morning
Your tongue was a bud
And I a bird suckled there for my thirst
O crescent moon shaped wings
Parting the silver stream of words
The ivory teeth like keys sing still
For the ebon’ temple of my eyes.
When shall they worship that form again
Your breasts like ships on waves
Rising in the sunset of my expectations?
When shall their soft folds cushion more
My sleep to dream of you? Thirsty once,
My eyes drank their delicious beauty in
Despising the gospel testaments of sin,
They were the cradles where I keep desire.
O woman that is more than lips, hips
Or blossoming breasts to me
O woman whose eyes made me skip
Rehearsed phrases from memory
All thy beauty and thy form agree
To sing your inner pedigree
You hallowed gift to all humanity
My love is covenanted to the best in thee.