The sun was blinding
but not as much as your rounded oceans
Sparkling like a firecracker
Like the first tinges of a lighter
Hold it up to me and see my eyebrows twitch
As the footsteps hitch
And I raised a glass to the great unknowns
But I didn’t mean this
And your alcoholic whispers
Turned into sudden slurs
And the slurs turned into words
Spoken in tongues
A slumber party seance
But the thrills were getting old
Are we contacting the upper world
Or contacting your soul?
Cause there’s nothing even there anymore
I tried to find you in a vat of nothingness
Were we contacting the upper world
Or contacting your soul?
Cause there’s nothing even there anymore
Categories:
seance, analogy, corruption, emo, extended
Form: Free verse
october octave
seasonable spirit speaks
held by halloween
ghostly gibberish
a disembodied spirit
a spooky séance
Categories:
seance, halloween,
Form: Senryu
“The Séance of All Things”
Fingertips touch lightly
receptive of all,
open to messages
from Beyond
receptive of all,
open to messages
in our dreams
elemental,
we meet
magic speaks
underwater,
the séance of things
what is written,
heard and received
3
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
Lux Vitae
ljb
mlb-klb-llb
“Underwater”, Sun’s Signature / Elizabeth Fraser
https://youtu.be/e0f-gwU5dhI
"...what are thunder
and lightening
to fearless girls
who are used to
carrying entire storms
and hurricanes
in their fingertips..."
3
https://wisdomtavern.com/spiritual-meaning-of-number-3/
https://www.bookofthrees.com/the-symbolism-and-spiritual-significance-of-the-number-three/
https://angelnumbersmeaning.com/angel-number-3-meaning-and-symbolism/
“Mother is the name for God
in the lips and hearts
of little children.”
William Makepeace Thackeray
Categories:
seance, muse,
Form: Free verse
Energy pranced into the room at a rapid clip
Window slammed shut
Items lifted off shelves, into the air
Whooshing of the wind heard in my ears
Swirling inside crystal ball transmogrified into her face
She began accusing me of things I did not do
I understood then what my unrest was all about
I have a traitorous sister who lies about me.
I did not explain myself, rather listened
Told her than I love her, and I will always love her
She felt this, for in the spirit world they recognize truth
After this séance, my nightmares were gone
Categories:
seance, spiritual,
Form: Prose Poetry
Beside midnight's minting bare branches
Dead fingered messages on bedroom pane scratches
Four awe struck teens oija board captured
Followed fast spelt results, from rock star sanctioned
Questions asserted by incredulous desires
Hoisted upturned glass drawn answers much admired
Grave lain idol caressed all the girls inquired
Decisive planchette slide surprised previous denyers
Eerie sequenced letters spelt Cobain's cause of death
Conduit confirmed it an accident, fans bereft
Of Kurt's cutting edge grunge, now Nirvana aroma left
Bygone, but through them, legend found breath
1st October 2020
For: 'Unexplained' Poetry Contest
Sponsor : Carolyn Devonshire
NB - Biological studies have demonstrated that the
phenomena of seemingly self driven planchettes
during seances is caused by the ideomotor effect,
a sub concious physical response. Ironically, the
less control participants think they have, the more
their subconscious controls what happens.
Categories:
seance, 10th grade, art, character,
Form: Rhyme
The minds assembled of the hard-edged kind
Sidewalks teeming with gawkers curious, lined
up to witness a 'seance,' a freak show unprecedently cruel
Would Helen Keller be maligned, now she's not deaf, dumb or blind
Categories:
seance, abuse, mystery,
Form: Rubai
Six friends met for seance
brought their dolls
placed ring-a-rosy in the center of a table
dolls holding hands.
Lights were dimmed
and seance session started
guests cast their voices
as ventriloquists to the dolls
without moving their lips.
The dolls gossiped among themselves.
No one knew who made which doll speak.
At first it was a fun
a round table chat.
Some tried different voices.
But then, the mood shifted
as strange new voices appeared
spooky and sinister,
with more serious tone and subject.
First one, then two people left the room
too eerie and sinister by far.
Still the conversation ran round and round
between the chatting dolls.
Then someone noticed
the look on the doll's faces changed -
their eyes moved, they frowned a little.
Their demeanour became angry and bitter.
By then all friends had left the room.
But still the dolls chattered away
with strange voices flung afar
from ghostly six ventriloquists
chatting amongst themselves
in the dark.
Categories:
seance, anger, angst, spiritual,
Form: Free verse
Tiffany roses circle in séance,
cut crystal vase in a sparely lit room,
round antique table opal in nuance,
ivory candles with saffron in bloom.
Raven shadows deepen the ambiance.
Ashes of roses in draperies loom.
Onyx spinet plays deceptive cadence.
Sequined masquerade masks heighten the gloom,
reflecting with vermillion radiance
the flickering flames of marigold plumes.
Masks on the wall traipse in amaranth dance
as a pale evening breeze enters the room,
the petals and flames a-flutter in trance
as past flower spirits rise from their tombs.
Categories:
seance, color, imagery, rose,
Form: Sonnet
Spiritualist is what I’m not:
Trusting forces nonspecific.
For scepticism is my lot:
Anti guff non-scientific.
Categories:
seance, assonance, magic, science, truth,
Form: Rhyme
so much talk
poetry’s dead, poetry’s dying
I live with the dead
know the dying
in myself
so I lay a braided scarlet welcome mat
at the door and welcome
all for this marvelous seance
and metamorphosis
step right up
the plasticine academic gold butterfly
returns to the vile chopped red neon street
tranvestites ask directions and wink
as the mint girls turn their heads shake their ass
knowing full well **** has emptied their
carrot dangling coffers
the man with the gold lamé suit
terminal navy ink fingers
throwing darts at the half-grinning moon
Categories:
seance, allegory, allusion, butterfly, culture,
Form: Elegy