Tempt not the Reaper

A tale told
round a burning fire
of times when the Reaper
walked amongst men and fields.
He silently stalked
men of daring do
walking on the wild side
never a fear.
Men who played the blades
with more lives than a cat
always landing on their feet;
it was them he hated
as they slipped through his grasp.
Each danced with a sword
while the Reaper stood near
his scythe held ready
his hourglass turned.
He waited for one to die.
The next.
The next.
Tempt not the Reaper 
for a calling he will come
at a time most unseen
and the one that last run
will finally be freed. 
©Jay-lyn Doerksen
June 2/18
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I begin……

Pain
whispered on my lips
bitten with regret
I begin…..
Heart
breaking so slowly
tears unbidden fall
I begin the process…..
Aching
my broken soul
lies I believed
I begin the process of letting go.
I have waited
longer than I should have
for you to come home.
My arms are lonely
my heart is weary
I have to let you go.
It kills me to say good bye
because I  love you
I believed in you
only to have you let me down.
Tears falling
I close my eyes
letting pain
remorse flow over
silently say good bye.
I begin the process of letting go
and building my life without you.
My heart aches……
my heart breaks….
pain encompassing 
as finally I let go.
Jay-lyn Doerksen
©May 25/18

Bessy’s Day

Today was going to be the best day in the world. I was turning 18. I was having a ball in my honor. I was to finally meet my true love. The Prince. We were going to marry at midnight as is custom with my people.

I stood before the mirror, blonde curls atop my head, cascading in ringlets beneath the coronet. Dark brown eyes made browner by the glittering eye shadow and under eye liner. I was beautiful. The best looking Princess all around.

My gown was resplendent. A gossamer wrapping of lace and light silk fabric. Twined white and blue. The train of it was ten feet long and I had twelve ladies in waiting to carry it for me. Empire waist it flared over my hips and fell to the floor. Tiny hooves peeked out. I was ready.

We waited in the ballroom. All around the fine folk of our kingdom laughed and drank. Here to celebrate the new life that was to beget at midnight. As husband and wife we will climb the stairs into our bedchamber and create an heir for the kingdom. I knew little of what was to come but my ladies in waiting all assured me it would be pleasurable.

At ten of midnight, the gong did sound. My Prince had finally arrived. I was ecstatic. We drew the veil over my face and waited. And waited. And waited. I was beginning to sweat beneath my veil. I could feel my makeup beginning to run and hoped that he would not notice.

At midnight the door swung open. The footman appeared at the top of the hundred stairs. Next to him, so tiny I could not really see was a…….a thing?

Short and squat. His suit of Princely clothing strained to encompass the wide waist. His hair was a shock of brilliant orange. His eyes gleamed a vivid green. He began his descent down the stairs, hopping down one by one.

My mouth fell open. I could not believe that this was the Prince my parents had chosen. What was his pedigree? Had they really followed through and checked it thoroughly. What could they possibly be thinking.

Rotund he waddled towards me a grin dancing on his lips.

‘Good evening My Bovine Beauty, would you care to dance?’

Picture via http://marshallarisman.com The Master and the Dimwitted Frog

Maimed

I get lost in fantasy
romance
forgetting
never acknowledging
it is not for me.
I am bespelled
when you speak
sweet words
sugared lies
longing looks
until I am caught
bound within the web you weave.
Once entangled
smiles become tart
words fall like hammers
wounding
gouging my self-esteem
creating this pathetic creature
that you view with scorn.
What is it about me?
Why do you torment me so?
Speaking to my dreams
to my desires
making me fall in love
only to maim my heart when you leave.
©Jay-lyn Doerksen
May 6/18

Untitled Prompt #1

Day dreams

sun bleached driftwood

a belching of black seaweed

using a stick to create a heart

drawing our initials

wanting to hold your hand

feel your warmth.

Sitting here

the sun ending its day

falling beneath the waves

the tide  rolling in

erasing my heart

erasing our initials

putting an end to all I dream.

 

Deceptions Throne

Seated upon a throne of lies
brought to be
through the desperate desires of others
seeking a righteous change.
Voices raised in violent rape
shattering the illusions
of choice and freedom
turning back the hands of time.
Stand beneath the booming clock
unsure of which way to turn;
hesitant to accept the whispered promises
of the heaven to come…
if only you repent.
Repent of free thought
repent of opinions shared
repent of confidence
repent of all that is human.
OR
See him as he is:
Seated upon a decaying throne,
grasping talons
shredding silken dreams
silencing the screams of the devout.
The truth has been shown to the faithful
to those who demanded his ways.
Now they see that they are still what they always were,
food for the rich to prey.
Hell’s fires burn victorious and bright
tinting the world in a crimson red
and he shall bring about
the end of times,
so the prophecy has foretold.
©Jay-lyn Doerksen
Nov 11/17

Missed Chances

Pleasure fragranced with vanilla kisses

sun touched dappled skin.

Two figures wrapped in summer’s embrace

beneath a waxing moon;

gentle touches

and whispered promises.

Castles spun from sugared dreams

dances played across crystal floors

nestled within arms of steel

and hearts found forever more.

Pink hued romance

of a fairy tale once told.

Handsome Kings and

winsome Queens,

play with nuance

a subtle game of hearts

and thrones.

Love can be found 

in niches not seen

but stolen kisses

and hidden misses

a love story make.

©Jay-lyn Doerksen

Oct. 18/17