Broken bits of glass
little dabs of paint
crafted with a gentle hand
captured in light
a sweet story
bound in a frame
isn’t it pretty, isn’t it great.
And then
there is
Me
Daily Prompt: Wheel
Turning Thoughts
Tag: Poetry
Garden of Abaddon
Your bones are graceless
the light has gone from your eyes
your soul has since fled
the rotting husk you live in
Let me free you
from your tomb here on Earth
I’ll craft you a new one
where you belong
I’ll bury you deep
I’ll leave you to sleep
and
dream
and scream
Forever
In
The Garden of Abaddon.
Is for Descent into the Under World
Gone Home
The sky was on fire
the Moon was soaked in blood
the stars fell from Heaven
and covered the Earth
On the day I came home
The Sun swallowed the Earth
the Oceans all boiled away
nothing had time to scream
On the day I came home
From The Night
By sunlight
by moonlight
by starlight
I will find my way home
By Sunlight
by moonlight
by starlight
I will haunt each and every road
By Sunlight
by moonlight
by starlight
until I’m where I belong.
Shiver
Break a mirror
and bad luck is yours
Break me
and there is no cost at all
Parts of me
litter the ground
Bits of me
waiting to be found
sharp edges, dull shards
reflecting who I
once
was.
The Found
First they whispered
from under my bed
‘ come and find us’
they hissed
with ice in their blood
and fear in their veins
” Go away ” I said
and they did.
” Come and find us “
They whispered
when I was lost in thought
driving my car, taking a walk
” Go away ” I said
and they did.
” We’re going away “
they said
” We will leave you alone, it’s what you want isn’t it? “
” No ” I hissed with ice in my veins
” Don’t leave me alone. Stay with me forever”
I offered
as I slid into the dark
under my bed.
Is for Descent into the Under World
1. separation from the family
walk to me
Walk inside a portrait
what do you think you will find?
Would the thoughts there be yours or mine?
Color
by stroke
by light
by touch
from my eye to my hand.
Walk inside my portrait.
Painted by the dark, by whispers by creaking doors.
Would do you think you’d find?
Inspired by The Soul Food Café Prompt: Walking Inside A Painting
