On my own I can feel the muse
Elaborately carved
Between the two suns
Delicate as lace on a wing
Words drift effortlessly
Between the two lips
Falling where they may
Light casting shadows to the wind
Touched in soft blood
Mosaic’d In fallen leaves
Upon the four walls of time
Impaled in ink of red
Misplaced smiles gather
Quills plucked from the silver tunic
Scrawl haphazard mumblings
Diminished from the mind of madness
Be grateful for the dreams of less
Unfallen tears silvered on the back of a hand
Promise love in this death of night
Vermillion heartbeats linger on the vine
Whither and bask in the spectrum of light
Look away as the chimes ring in the evening sunrise
Flowers allowed to wax and wain in the zephyrs
Turn petals to the earthen ground
Drench in the nectar and wash away the sins
Shadows blend with the tombstones marking the passing of time
Long slender gnarled talons scratch at the corners marking their territories
Its in the dark where the shadow puppets dance with the marionettes
Sans strings held aloft by the chalices streamed in rubies of green
And the demons breath flown on a feather of doves
A grimace turn to blood as fear holds these precious thoughts
Times skips its beat missing a cue as a blemish engages a gaze
And its love that hold a place in this heart as dogs bark to be fed
I wash away
Glisten as the water traveling in dance
Cleanses a tarnished mind
4 comments:
Your muse always seems to lead you in the right direction A--beautiful writing!
@AudreyHowitt
see you had me at vermillion...i love that word...and this is back to a little more what we expect from you...blood everywhere...writing on the walls...well i do that as well...smiles.
tight write as we're used from you...esp. the second to last stanza is very powerful.. strong images
Interesting, the way this evolves and devolves from the opening's rather delicate musings to an almost surreal finish--many strong yet elegant contrasts--fine piece.
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