Bitterness encroaches on this march of lighter nights,
Thaw of spring still harden’d, frost-frozen without white,
Warmer days elusive, no swallows yet in sight,
Tip to toes still tingling, hibernate without a fight.
Tag: warmth
Wildfire
Hi Everyone,
The lovely Anne – Marie read one of my poems and asked me if I would like to feature it on here on her blog to which I replied of course I will! It’s a bit funny to me because I actually wrote this piece as an emotional vomit. Yay for expressing rage! Anyway I hope you like it.
Lisa
She stands in the spotlight faint hearted
The saboteur waits in shadows
She sings of truth and beauty
She wants her silenced now
A voice gets reduced
The knife slides in
She stops all
Partners
None
Consumed
Hums alone
Inhales, exhales
Tests her feet in dance
Weds the heavenly choir
Raises the curtain to love
Remembers the assault of hate
Stays on hold patiently by the fire
“Some women are lost in the fire. Some women are built from it.”
Wild The Night
Cast shadows in the cutting darkness,
Bitter winds without,
Keening darkly, piercing souls.
Grey to black the skies succumb,
Hell’s fortune takes a hold.
Cloaking stars, this shroud of night
Bedevilled,
Fraught intention.
Limbs yield, submit to strength,
Trees sway in rapt attention.
Too chilled the dusk
To venture forth,
Impending nightfall blurs the track,
A wanted warmth remains inside
Where comfort welcomes back.
scottishmomus 