Tuesday, December 15, 2020

Under Gothic Lights

 

Your perfume is black orchid of sadness

Enticing my shadows, rhapsody of madness

I shimmer into your quicksand of scars

Blood ink-stained verses drip, my hands are shears

wholly competing for your moon-starved eyes, I'm 

falling over your reckless mountains & dunes of desire


Above, stars are pelting unicorn's lights

Sky is castle of doomsday chaos in our sighs

We hear our hearts beat as birds of prey

Circling in unison - magic - in the fray

Our mouths are filled with dead flowers

And tumbleweeds, caressing stolen hours


Love, let's lie together, stroked (stroking)

in our failing universe, ash-smoked (smoking)



Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Exploring Gothic as a Literary Genre hosted by Sanaa Rizvi.   Thanks for your visits and comments.   This is our last Poetics for 2020 before we go to our Holiday break.  



19 comments:

  1. So beautiful and tragic. I love the gothic imageries you evoke and entwine, especially in this:

    "Enticing my shadows, rhapsody of madness

    I shimmer into your quicksand of scars

    Blood ink-stained verses drip, my hands are shears

    wholly competing for your moon-starved eyes..."

    I really, really loved this piece, Grace. Everything about it is mesmerizing; it haunting to read, especially when looking back at the madness and sadness lines. I think the theme here is something of "despite our darkness and madness, we have each other to absorb into." In that way, it can be consuming. A brilliantly penned piece. It truly is beautiful.

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  2. This is exquisitely drawn, Grace! Especially love; "We hear our hearts beat as birds of prey/Circling in unison - magic - in the fray. Our mouths are filled with dead flowers/And tumbleweeds, caressing stolen hours." Thank you so much for writing to the prompt!💝💝

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  3. This is a wonderful poem. I love the imagery, and especially the sound and parentheses in the last two lines.

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  4. Stunning, Grace! There is so much dark beauty in this poem. I especially love the phrases ‘rhapsody of madness’ and ‘quicksand of scars’.

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  5. This is wonderful and dark, the imagery of this has a classic feel, and I can also see that you had fun writing it.
    My hands are shears made me thinking of poor Edvard Scissorhands and anything Tim Burton is gothic to me.

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  6. Those first 4 lines are out of this world! Truly mesmerizing, Grace.

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  7. This is delightfully gothic with a modern twist. I love the sing-song of those final lines especially.

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  8. Just as prescribed, a dark write. Well penned.

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  9. So many fine lines here, Grace. From the black orchid perfume opener to those smokin closers... Outstanding

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  10. “Your perfume is black orchid of sadness”
    “quicksand of scars”
    “moon-starved eyes”
    “Our mouths are filled with dead flowers”

    Wow. So good!

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  11. This is wonderful Grace, darkly delicious. “moon-starved eyes” love it!

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  12. Oh, so wonderfully dark! Love this, Grace.

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  13. awesome gothic imagery of the mad, bad and sad ... your use of words is inspiring!

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  14. That black orchid perfume permeates the air as the reader slides further and further down into the abyss with these two dark lovers! Well-written and haunting! ✨

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  15. This flow of disjointed images is like a nightmare, a narcotic dream, as they all flow in the same direction with the inevitable end. Good one!

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  16. As Lucy said, tragic. But there is beauty in your closing couplet. Comfort in the darkness.

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  17. Perfectly gothic!
    "Blood ink-stained verses drip, my hands are shears"

    Love this writing, Grace!

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