Beneath the quiet earth rest her cold bones and over the ground a tomb of snow white; no tawdry embellishments carve the stones the pale marble glistens in the moonlight. The nightingale pines for its long lost mate, does its heaving heart burst forth with pain? Is it singing sweet notes of love and death… Continue reading Her Grave | Poetry
My book 'Changing Rhythms: Poems on Life, Fantasy and Art' is now available for free download on Kindle for 5 days. Link -> http://tinyurl.com/3yxvs4y9 The paperback editions are available in the respective Amazon stores (de/com/uk/in).tinyurl.com/3yxvs4y9 - Amazon Indiashorturl.at/blX36 - Amazon UKshorturl.at/fOQVY - Amazon USshorturl.at/RTXZ8 - Amazon Deutschland The last three years have been busy for… Continue reading My Book Is Out | Poetry
Does love damage and maim this way? Am I to sacrifice my blood and breath? Knowing full well that I cannot escape, with ribbons, you wrap the gift of death.
This is the third poem in my Lillien series. The first can be found here and the second here. Cover pic: https://cz.pinterest.com/Ve9m_4h I hear the soft ruffling of flowing linen robes, long striding footsteps on the withered grass, awakening the deep longing in my torn heart, have my prayers brought Lillien here at last? Too… Continue reading A Reverie | Poetry | Lillien Series
When you kill the very thing you love, Often, there is a price to pay - Endless heartaches, sleepless nights, No words to utter when you pray
We unlocked the kingdom of Narnia, Found the embellished rusty key, The garden was no longer a secret; It stood long waiting for you and me.
Before you remove my long flowing veil, And uncover the secrets that lie beneath, Be wary of the peril that lies ahead, As you face the demons under the sheath.
You spot the twinkle in my longing eyes, You feel the butterflies flutter their wings, We dance away throughout the night - To the sound of lutes and soothing strings.
Sweet is your poison, deadly are your gifts - Killing me slowly and prolonging my throes.
Swirling mists, misshapen forms - Phantasms of a lifetime by your side - In your loving arms, I embrace my role - As your truest friend, lover and bride.
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