photo/ Mag 84
ENTICING....that's Magpie Tales for this week...thanks, Tess...
PATTERN
Here hovers the Rain God
pinning his will
like a bespoke garment,
to my silhouette.
Hallowed mist
slicks my skin,
my spirit goes bang
on the downbeat.
I want to surprise
with wisdom and grace,but
Brother Raven and I,
the usual act,
take wing for sightseers.
Why does the fated
weary me so?
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Bouguereau/ Psyche
FOR Poetry Potluck #48, we are given the topic of "Passionate Nights of Love"...
LAST BREATH
Frangipani under the bed,
wafting promise.
Tendrils of weeping willow
at my window,
when the embrace goes cold.
Dust finally defines my body,
remembering the past nights
when our touches
were made of dew,
as if Scheherazade
lived under my skin.
Am I dead still,
looking for a life,
or born all over again
to find your caress.
Banish tears from my pillow,
let your mouth taste my words.
If only last breaths
could summon up
the craze of passion
instead of fear.
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PEOPLE OF THE BLOOD
Like all souls
we search for the essence.
We shop for blood.
Each morning
my eyelids are brushed clean
of purple crust.
Quivering fingertips cool my brow,
pleading for gossip of the night.
I have eaten, yes,
but not to the full.
There is scarcity on the land.
My skin, slightly torn, is stitched.
Black lashes filter out the dawn.
The sun rises.
Fallen angels flutter,
begging for
the riddle of our blood.
It's simple,
I die of fear
and thirst,
as others hide and stare.
All yearning ebbs and flows.
I sleep.
And then it's tomorrow.
That's the secret.
FOR HALLOWEEN, trick or treat?? Last week, me dipped in chocolate. This week, me as a VAMP...vampire....boooooo!!
This is my entry for this week's Poetry Potluck #8 . The theme is Halloween. Perfect! Please check in for some great poetry.
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Punchatz
TRICK OF THE LIGHT
A torch seemed to shine from within,
appeared to erase her years at times
so that each turn of her head
was like a kaleidoscope
breaking into a new arrangement.
She was fond of saying,
"It's a trick of the light".
But it was a charlatan's game she played,
knowing how to change her face.
A rosy bloom appeared
upon her silken cheek,
yet a passing cloud pleated her skin
to a withered age.
She found another like herself,
a face in chiaroscuro.
A bogus youth,
a unicorn,
deceiving with intention,
forever young.
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SPITTING NAILS
They came in the mail today,
American Brand Spitting Nails,
"For when you're really angry."
If you favor spewing tiny wounds,
the instructions tell you how
to spit the missile...
"Pucker up,
blow a kiss, turn it into
a poison dart."
Also stated, "When attacked,
don't pass the buck,
return the insult.
You may penetrate the skin with nails,
(but remember)
you can only pierce the soul
with words."
Beginners: if you prefer,
don't break the flesh,
but rend the garment
till the thread begins to unravel.
Keep in mind,
anger begins anew
as it ends,
so re-order your supply of
Spitting Nails,
today.
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Thanks to Willow, again, for the opportunity to join Magpie Prompts. Be sure to check out other participants!
