In midnight gazes call me sullen upon my cheek
Rousing replies risen bound by chains
Lest mercy be tallowed by all frays
Lest my cheek rise by an untimely hour
Rid my face of discoloured honour
Until it shall stalk by the wretched wicker sun's rays
O wither upon the wicker's sun dropped desire
Feign, o swell upon the imperious bells
Dear wicker, o ire, shalt rain upon the sinner's drencht trap
Leave mellow cleaves upon a skull's prondered fallows
O wicker, dear wicker, fall'n be the strife within my own trial
Ris'n upon a mellow moon's impassive scamp
A whore within such heavenly light, where'n quarry shalt seek a seeming clamp
Fought a feign, O swallow, O blossom by my might
Shalt the wicker sun swoon upon my sorrows?
O life, upon a liver, foreclose a killer
For soon i shall take upon flight
Until the sun's swollen wicker shall take upon the morrow
Shall anguish thrive upon a famisht howl
Come without breaks, nor bend
I shall steal upon the wicker's whelms
Towards the sways, o sorrow shall bend
Belier my helm, 'til all else shall fall hither
'Til I hear the moon call upon the wicker,
And I shall fly.
Categories:
tallowed, depression, imagery, mental health,
Form: Free verse
I FELL TODAY
I fell today
As the lights over Europe dimmed
To a whisper;
The voices of war
Slipped on the artist's palette
Painting as she did
Flowers of blood
Upon the sky
And they remembered.
Swallowed by waxen candle light
The tallowed flicker
As a marker on horizon far
Brings the boys into line
Brings the boys home.
Who knew, mothers of sons
Who stretch the quagmill'd heresy
Of humanity;
The time has come they cried
The time when death fills
Nostrils sickened
By decapitated flowers
Twas where I fell...
Mother, unashamedly, I cried.
For you.
The first bullet of conflict,
Who knew?
Marked with my name....
I fell today as candles extinguished
To be relit around Christmas
When we all troop back
Across the Channel
Now a peaceable sea of glass
And victory is ours but...
...Mother, I fell today.
I arrived this morning,
This isn't how they said it would be;
My light has dimmed.
My heart beats no more.
My body is cold in clamm'd soil
And England is a mem'ry distant.
I wonder, in a hundred years,
Will they still remember that,
I fell today?
tcmoon 2014
Categories:
tallowed, war,
Form: Free verse
haloed effects of a ceiling fan
a warm touch from your strong hands
kisses deep on satin sheets
as we both get all that we need
tallowed light, reflecting glow
on hidden sweetness down below
rhythmic rising underneath
the weight of love and passion's heat
the moon rises high in the evening night
and unaware we ignore its light
stolen hours of pleasure sought
giving, taking all you brought
Categories:
tallowed, love
Form: Classicism
clouds that cover once starry skies
mountain breezes whisper your name
desire that burns a heated reprise
like a blanket that envelops me
a lovers touch, a lovers words
speaking softly in my ear
with moistened lips, passion stirs
in the tallowed light
Categories:
tallowed, love, passion
Form: Verse