when I dream they come the mist rolls in thick their long black robes swirl pinpricks down my spine their heavy boots thud pinpricks down my spine their nails scratch the trees pinpricks down my spine their long black robes swirl shrill laughter pierces ringing through the air shrill laughter pierces no one else can hear shrill laughter pierces the mist rolls in thick when I dream they come
I slip through the trees while the light turns slowly from indigo to a pale yellow the houses still glow amber spilling their secrets
I’m used to pale amber rays tinting my morning Today they were a bold tangerine staining the world Some would squint at the blazing beams shining down Or lament the light leaving shimmering in the rear view But I soaked in those brief brilliant rays as they pushed me forward
I wrote you an abyss drop into infinity by my blackout fist I wrote you an abyss sealed with a dark kiss your midnight misery I wrote you an abyss drop into infinity
A cry rings out, loud and shrill Rustling, was that feathers? Shadows shift, the birds are still Bitter taste, another pill Thin assurance, it’s just the weather A cry rings out, loud and shrill Claws scratching, on my window sill Barricade the door, for good measure Shadows shift, the birds are still Threading sheets through bars gives me a thrill The doorknob rattles, expressing it’s displeasure A cry rings out, loud and shrill They want to pick me apart, against my will Bang bang, the door cracks under pressure Shadows shift, the birds are still Muscles tense, poised to kill Beak and skin clash together A cry rings out, loud and shrill Shadows shift, the birds are still ******** Just added this villanelle to Dverse’s open link night! Be sure to visit them for more great poetry.
my electricity is always buzzing at a low hum an undercurrent bouncing between my temporal lobes barely perceptible until inspiration flares high voltage crackling jumping down my spine through my finger tips
Page from Death of a Postman by John Creasey
When the moon glows before the sun sets And the scent of honeysuckle hangs in the air Artemis appears as a wispy silhouette When the moon glows before the sun sets Her perfect aim can fill a man with arrows of regret Protector of all maidens fair When the moon glows before the sun sets And the scent of honeysuckle hangs in the air
mist slowly gathers forms a shape silhouette of a woman apparition
of goddess three the wisest is me the moon rising up, you’ll see the dead walking free immune weaving tree to tree only I won’t flee attuned ********* The latest form challenge at Dverse is a Lai poem, which follows the below syllable and rhyme scheme. Coming up with two syllable lines was quite a challenge! (a) (Five syllables) (a) (Five syllables) (b) (Two syllables) (a) (Five syllables) (a) (Five syllables) (b) (two syllables (a) (Five syllables) (a) (Five syllables) (b) (Two syllables)
