my eyes deep into the looking glass they go the crevice on my throat regulates my breath so slow bones my genetic frame from the Danube it came a girl with a mind of her own but her thoughts are filled with white carnations and light pink madness stuffed into a blue and gold Chinese…
Tag: Dark Poetry
I Am More Than Breath and Bone: a.d.matthias
I am more than breath and bone… I am invisible, the interstitial; in the onslaught of existence, I am the space that bears dismissal; I am the ink in the blink, the prose never read, the praise never given, and the truth never bled I am muted, the bitten tongue, the trapped gasp of life…
MOON ATE THE DARK CHALLENGE: MOON EATS THE DARK – BARBARA LEONHARD
In a nest of owls, I awaken bare, bleeding. Talons pierce flesh. Stabbing beaks shear old skin, mincing fat and bone. I am released into cloud. Glossy wings unfurl. I chase stars and alight onto rays of petrified time. I scan marvel as Moon eats the dark. I feast on corolla of sunflowers that sway…
MOON ATE THE DARK CHALLENGE: DEVON BROCK
When the moon ate the dark, I went hungry. Hungry – not for stars as dry old rice on a pan, on a counter, in a bowl, but for a blackstrap night – thick, sweet and bitter run on my tongue – on a pancake plain, forked through and wedged out In sections, forty odd…
Moon Ate the Dark Challenge: Twisted, Toasted Bones – Stephen Fuller
Smeared dark jelly on twisted, toasted bones Lain in the dirt to bleach. Had to dispose of them Somehow, so with closet full I set out into wilds I’d forgotten we’re so much fun in my youth. Why the jelly, one might ask, don’t the dogs eat Even without extra-seasoning? True, they do. Yet, what…
Quotable Poe Week Five-Kindra M. Austin
IN THE BLACK He visits the beachfront every night and shouts her name at the ireful sea. He stands at the rock-strewn coastline, his tall frame stooped and shaking as the frigid tides break before him. He laments the woman who haunts him— The Archer, a living ghost. His heartache is a fury…
Quotable Poe Week Four-Kindra M. Austin
ETERNALLY OCTOBER In his dreams, she dances in and out of shadow and luminescence. Her liquescent movements are reminiscent of a languid flame that once danced for the rose candle, which now sits cold, useless— dead since late October. He breathes deeply scents of sandalwood and rose, the essence of her hair. He…
Quotable Poe Week 4-Lynn White
Dreaming There was a time when I knew where to find you, knew the places and spaces you inhabited in my dreams, in my day and night dreams. You would be waiting there, waiting to be found, waiting to come to me revealing your secrets. Now it’s harder to discern you, to recognise your…
Quotable Poe Week One-Shauna Woodbury
It’s damned and it’s free. It’s torture and it’s passion. It’s you. All things to be. It’s hypocrisy and the attitude of similar fashion. It’s the cliches and the daily platitude defying the laws of attraction. It’s you. The midnights and the rainy sunrises and the white nights and the see you at the grocery…
Quotable Poe Week One-Bob Wertzler
PEERING INTO THAT DARKNESS “Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing, Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;” – The Raven There is a place in the human mind A dark place A secret place A guarded place One that walls itself Inaccessible to the conscious…
Heretics, Lovers, and Madmen 