We parked on an old quay
Amidst a quaint coastal setting
Surrounded by platinum clouds
Minds soon interpreting
In poise our thoughts now action
Thralled by the essence of her perfume
No longer are we in said quandary
Now down to our birth costumes
Torso's dance in front seat tangle
Steamy windows our canopy hide
Oops! we've gone and hit the handbrake
Into the water our car now rides
Phew! within moments we disembark
Facing the actions of our cahoots
Penance our thoughts now interpret
All a quiver in our birthday suits
Written 18/02/2021
menacing black silhouette occupant of doom
silently working a slow venom bloom
deliberate struts on a stretch of silk string
pin point needles work threads to cling
long elegant strands tethered for a crossing
woven rows of windows
lies kept inside silk blinds in tow
ominous, outlaw perched beside terror
another victim caught in a sticky horror
courage moves fear a step closer to capture
intricate weave of warfare
the snare into hopeless surrender
thralled by the looming ferocious creature
simply spinning reflex into smother
the insidious view to a spider
Terry D'Arcy-Ryan
Lured
by her
lush lashes,
forever thralled.
Snared!
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(C) John C Michaels, April 2017
Inspired by the "Form L - Lanterne" contest sponsored by Broken Wings.
thralled, now I'm allured
with gentleness I approach
blooming dew glistens
scented petals aspire me
velvet to the touch, I'm graced
my attention caught
naked, bare without a care
when she walks I'm thralled
witnessing gravity speak
she winks, I glimpse, we are one
.
Colosseum bound
Celtic and captured, with pride
in witness I'm thralled to fight
no shield is required
being of Clan, delivers
with taste, respect, I strike
Paying the price for a thoughtful mind
Gets overwhelming at times
Leaving all the vital parts
Felling separate
Holding by a thread
Tapping into second wind
Pulling from endeavors bin
Taking time to mend
Agony thralled grin
Calling God all the way
That he performs
Faith stay
End still at steak
words used as a wall
hidden meaning to us all
memories I recall
poems that hold me thralled
as I read some again
from the start to the end
not written for a friend
but for love intended
I've finally sorted out
what we were all about
and I still have some doubt
that it could have all worked out
I will not speak the words
Your ears are wanting to hear
I will not show those feelings
Your heart wants me to share
I will not see you differently
Your eyes are blind towards me
I will not hear your sorrow
It will not set me free
I have become the person
I'm happy with inside
It matters not what you think
No longer will I hide
I've tried to make all happy
I've tried to please you all
I've tried to be the person
Captured I've been thralled
So now I'm breaking free
From all the chains that bind
I've opened up this can of worms
To freely speak my mind
I'm sorry if your bothered
I'm sorry if your sad
I'm sorry if your guilty
I'm sorry if your mad
The time has finally come
To stand on my own feet
I'll travel through the flames of hell
Until I feel complete