Darling Girl: Response to Open Love Letter

Response to:  Open Love Letter  
My darling girl….
you wrote to me
explaining you were scared
not certain
that what I felt was truthful
not actions and words
you felt manipulative.
I do not know who hurt you
who took you apart
made you to feel
that you were not enough.
I want to wrap my arms around
pull you close
feel the tension seep out
as you relax
deep breath
your body leaning into mine.
Your independence
a solid cloak
deflecting my gaze
you work so hard
to remain indifferent.
Your heart weeping
from fear.
Look into my eyes
do you see a lie?
I want you to fall….
fall into me
I want you ….
to trust.
My darling girl
I do so promise
I will not hurt you
blow away your fears
open your heart to mine please.
©Jay-lyn Doerksen
June 22/18
Photo by TNK PHOTO on Unsplash

Jester’s Bride

The little bell jingles and jangles
hissing an alert
‘here he comes’
‘here he comes’
all bow to The Jester.
I see before me tattered lace,
my beloved is trying to outrun me
when will she learn that I am her master,
her commander,
the love of her life?
These little torments
slicing away at her life
her heart
her soul……
They will strip her of her sanity
cloaking her in my wedding clothes,
and she will forever more be mine.
Ruling together on golden thrones
her shackles will be diamond encrusted
her clothing the best tattered silks
her mind little more than a game I play.
Never mind the hollow eyes
the grayish lackluster smile
this love of mine adores me
and will some day bear mine child.
©Jay-lyn Doerksen
Nov. 30/17
***I found the artwork via Pintrest on the internet. Artist’s name is David Ksomthing something. I am sorry I don’t have full name. I like his work.***

Winter’s Embrace

I have come so far
on feet of ice
and with heart
encased.

So tired of this burden.
I want to put it down
to rest for but a moment
before I continue forward.

I am afraid of you
afraid of what you offer.
For once before I sought comfort
only to be turned away.

How can you hold your hand out?
You know nothing of my past.
Nothing of pain,
the likes of which I carry.

I wish I could trust
I wish I could know
if what you offered
would melt my heart and soul?

I want to feel spring’s caress.

©Jay-lyn Doerksen
November 7/17