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Yew tree moans when moon is high
Spirits gather hear their sigh
Graveyard wakes, short hours of bliss
Departed souls swirl in mist.
White phosphorus gleams at night
Glow not meant for human sight
Mourning for what used to be
Earth-bound shades nolonger free.
Their world changed face many times
Full of fear from grave they climb
Specters who have lost their place
Welcome destiny with grace.
Otherworld now their domain
Time has come and gone, no pain
Nightmares dead, no tears to weep
Spirits calm, undying sleep.
2012 Delice1941
9th October2012
Updated 26.0919
Spirits gather hear their sigh
Graveyard wakes, short hours of bliss
Departed souls swirl in mist.
White phosphorus gleams at night
Glow not meant for human sight
Mourning for what used to be
Earth-bound shades nolonger free.
Their world changed face many times
Full of fear from grave they climb
Specters who have lost their place
Welcome destiny with grace.
Otherworld now their domain
Time has come and gone, no pain
Nightmares dead, no tears to weep
Spirits calm, undying sleep.
2012 Delice1941
9th October2012
Updated 26.0919
Literature
A Gathering of Virgins
A Gathering of Virgins
His father wants James to marry money, breeding, blood. His son is a purebred; no mongrel pups in his house, Tara risen again. Forget dust, rubber thong sandals and swamp cool copperheads covered with scales like alligator boots. His son and the chosen one will live in a different place; elegant, controlled and sleek.
His father wants a china figure of a bride for his son with porcelain flounces gritty as sand. So he orders a cocktail party, invites a bakers dozen of pureblooded virgins, well at least virgins on the resume.
Their twittering voices cascade over James, each word petty as a tame canary's peck. He keeps
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Ninety nine candles
on a devil's food cake
lined up in formation
like soldiers in uniforms,
blue and white striped,
standing tall and self-sacrificial.
The flare of ignition
burns the hairs in his nostrils
(but it's a special occasion).
Wax drips onto drugstore icing,
marking time as he breathes fire
and makes his wish.
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Inconsequential
Such an irony, to be so close to you,
so accidentally intimate. So sad those costumes
we had borrowed, disguises for those who
otherwise might have recognised our shades.
If only the moment had supported
the depths of our hidden agenda, if only
our potentiality had exploded around us.
As I departed you proffered your hand,
I felt your transcendent smile. You
turned your back, for your next assignment
was closing in on you. I walked away
as the door was closing behind me.
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Written for MY-SOUL-BLEEDS-INK
Prompt 'My Graveyard Song'. fav.me/d5ha00t
Poem considers the idea that spirits arise, there is a collective gathering, where the world now appears an alien place.
Written for MY-SOUL-BLEEDS-INK
Prompt 'My Graveyard Song'. fav.me/d5ha00t
Poem considers the idea that spirits arise, there is a collective gathering, where the world now appears an alien place.
Updated 2013-2014
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I love this!!!!!
''...Spirits gather one by one, hear collective sigh
Cemetery arisen...''
Each strophe could be a beautiful quote.
''...Spirits gather one by one, hear collective sigh
Cemetery arisen...''
Each strophe could be a beautiful quote.
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