Winter’s Veracity

Fall surrenders
bowing before the King of Winter
death all around
covered in greying snow
crossroads deep with grief
at all the bodies laying there.
Creep along
tinkle of icicles as they break
hit the glass
out he walks
you had better run
before he finds ye.
Words spoken in mistake
call forth an evil
deep from Winter’s fold
he comes
he dances
he is waiting for his true love.
Skin porcelain white
lips
carmine
move through the street
sacrifice
given to end the siege.
Move
each step crackles beneath
breath fogs the air
single tear falls from deadened eyes.
Head bowed
on your knees
hoping he will come close
look into your eyes
see the hate
the determination
to be the end of all girls fate.
Mocking laughter
piercing
grating
look up at the man afore
terror
all dressed in white
bleeding into the snow.
‘Come sweet child
allow me to explore
mayhap you shall be the one
to sate all my desires.’
Lips crease in practiced grimace
standing hands behind your back
waiting
he believes tied you are
never knowing
never dreaming
this was to be the end.
Hands reach out
skeletal
blue frozen fingers
entwined in your hair
pulling back
bending your neck to see.
Your disgust
barely hidden
allows him to draw close.
Putrid breath
ripe with death
within his maw
he shall try to dispense
his hellish ideals of pleasure.
Bending close
smelling rose
eyes closed
leaning down for a kiss
never seeing the burning in your eyes
only feeling
dark searing pain
as you stab in his side.
Covered in blood
in visceral goo
throw your head back
howling with rage
a frisson of dismay
as you realize the truth.
Tis not death that kills the Winter.
Tis not the kiss of a maiden.
Tis the death of knowledge.
Tis not the man.
Tis not the woman.
Tis the curse…..
that afflicts us all.

©Oct. 6/19
Picture via Pinterst

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Restoration of Self

This poem has been inspired by Christine of Poetry for Healing.

Her Daily Haiku-Sat. October 5, 2019

I saw a young woman
standing beneath crystal falls
head back
eyes closed
cleansing herself of her past.
Dark
depression
anger so raw
ravaged her soul
tore her apart.
Year upon year
she abused herself
she took the drugs
she drank the booze
hiding from the truth
blade driven into her heart
time was coming
she needed to mend.
Suicide was not upon her mind
the night it came crashing down
all there was
a howling void
being fed
stop shrieking
stop raging
stop
stop
stop
stop
I can take it no longer.
Yes
for that is me
young
old
middle
I am all of that
and so much more.
Look into the mirror
see no longer shame
beautiful woman
you have grown.
Entwine
image old and new
behold
glorious woman
you are renewed.
I saw a young woman
she stood beneath the falls
washing away perceived sins.
Pushing back
long golden locks
I realized it was me.
Forgiveness is a place
deep deep inside
that is where to heal begins.
I grow
I love
I desire
a new life for me
one where I am strong.
©Oct. 5/19
Picture via Pinterest

Hold Me

Nights spelled with desire
mornings soaked with passion
I wonder at this connection
I wonder what it is…..
what hold you have on me.
What is it about your lips
your eyes
the tone of your voice?
What is it about you hands
your smiles
the caress of your tongue?
I bleed
laying on the line
fine line
one I swore to never walk again
yet here we are.
Frisson of lust
tongues dance
intricate language of love
pull me down
pull me back
light my fire
once again.
Drive away dark despair
cradle me in your arms
stroke my hair
tell me it will be okay.
Hesitantly
I allow myself to unfurl
to reap the light you shed
seeing finally within
the worth you have already seen.

©Oct. 5/19
Picture is my own.

My Life as a Dog

This is my first ever short story. It was written Sept. 15/82.  I was ten. Weird to realize as mom always told me I was younger. Any how hope you enjoy. And remember I was 10 lol

***I have not changed anything other than spelling and sentence lay out***

The day I was bought I was a puppy. I belonged to a little girl named Jay-lyn. (Me) When I got to my new home I was named Nero. At first I explored my yard. I met a squirrel who said:

“Hi my name is Pete. What’s your’s?”

“My name is Nero” I replied.

All of a sudden there was a cyclone.

“Hurry.” Pete yelled. “Run to your house.”

As I ran a rock hit my head.

That night I had to have a warm cloth on my head. After everyone had gone to bed I heard a scratching noise. I was curious. I went out to the front door.

It was my friend the squirrel.

He said “Under the tree we met I buried my wife when she died. Please bury me there.” With that he died.

I buried him the next day and also was caught in a cyclone.

I landed in Siberian Desert. I was so hungry and cold. I killed a rattle snake, by then I was ten.

I had found a farm and lived there. It was just like home but all of a sudden I had nightmares about the squirrel and home and ghost.

The very next year I wa caught in a cyclone and fell into Oz.

I found a girl named Dorothy crying.

“I lost my dog.”

So I took his place. So that is why we live here my children.

Written Sept. 15/82

 

Pain’s Soft Embrace

Softly whispered words
lick my skin like satin
calling forth
a craving
a desire
a yearning
for the touch of your hands
the touch of your lips
your body pressed to mine.
Wind around me
capture my heart
protect the innocence I cherish
protect the woman I am
protect the love we share
please don’t let us burn.
Flashes of passion
day after day
until disease came to town.
A rotting worm
weaseling in between
flaunting her deadly smiles.
With a snap of her fingers
you are gone.
Melancholic tears
haunting melody
my yesterday fades away
setting sun
crimson gold
my life undone.

©Oct. 4/19
Picture is my own.
Matlock Beach.

Truth’s Soft Sadness

Autumn’s crimson
golden blondes
faded
crushed to black
as earth cools
sending to sleep
Nature’s denizens.
Warmth from the sun
fleeting
a sad small gesture of defiance
in summer’s waning days.
Fallen leaves
blanket the ground
breath fresh on the air
frost on the blades of grass.
Honking geese flee the sky
another herald of summer done
sand is boxed
sun set to side
now we must
return from fantasy land.
I must let you go
let you return to your life
ignore these crystal tears
for you have moved on
even when you say that you have not
but baby
I know the truth.

©Oct. 3/19
Picture is my own

Word of the Day Challenge #65-Untitled Poem

I saw you
walking down the street
hair lustrous
eyes luminous
all women
falling at your feet.
Suave
dapper in dress
cool smiles
hot words
caress the mind
the body
falling to your control.
World class Adonis
a lothario consumed with lust
you have shattered a million hearts
until you met me…..
I made you believe I was the one.
I stalked passed you
a belle donna
in more ways than one
stilettos clicking
hips sashaying
I drew your eyes.
Come to my web
feel the silken strands enwrap
beware
the sting of my love.
You lay upon my altar
sacrifice to love
sacrifice to pain
never ending
I will kill you near until you die.
You thought I was joking
when I told you
I wanted to add you
to my
Rogue’s Gallery.
Centerpiece
artwork
you shall be
until another lost love calls
asking for my help
to make them disappear.
©Oct. 2/19
Picture via Pinterest