Black Magick

HannahElisabeth


Notice of absence from HannahElisabeth
Taking a long overdue mental health vacation. I will check in when I can.

You feel like sunlight

Glinting off my skin

Burn me with your passion

They tell me this is sin

 


You feel like lightning

Coursing through my veins

A dark and sordid magick 

Unholy and profane

 

 

There is no amount of holy water

There is no saving grace

To break the spell I’m under

 

 

At your mercy

Yours to take

  • Author: HannahElisabeth (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 9th, 2021 15:11
  • Comment from author about the poem: I'm curious to see how people interpret this...
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Comments4

  • Coyote

    Excellent! Makes me think of a time when I was in love with someone who I knew wasn't good for me but I couldn't end it. A fine bit of writing here Hannah🙂

    • HannahElisabeth

      Coyote, you hit the nail right on the head. Funnily enough, I wrote this when things were good and it had a very different connotation in my mind. Looking back now, it's strange to think I subconsciously knew it wouldn't end well. Thank you for the kind words, and I'm sorry you resonate with the sentiment. I posted this in hopes of letting go.

    • Doggerel Dave

      Being no great fan of love poetry, I’m pleased this is about lust if it is focused on that area at all.
      A key description for me would be obsession, and this could be with many or any of life’s varied aspects. The only flaw with that argument is that there exists a certain personification there….must have been lust......and power....Aaah!!

      • HannahElisabeth

        Well I have good news for you my friend, lust is probably the most apt term for it in hindsight.

        I have too much fun contrasting religion with witchcraft. There's definitely a lot more hidden meaning here but it's far more entertaining to leave the interpretation up to the reader...

        • Doggerel Dave

          Fun for whom?
          I fear we are going to be at odds here, HannahE.
          I have a commitment to plain unambiguous communication – which makes me quite possibly an anomaly on a poetry site; perhaps I should leave (chorus of ‘hoorahs’ from somewhere) – except I’m not going anywhere.
          I couldn’t make the connection between the title and the piece, so ignored the title – my error.
          However, obscurity is not something I am particularly fond of, so I will either ignore your poetry when in this mode or come in at the bottom as an irritant…… lol

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        • jarcher54

          Hannah, the interpretation is ALWAYS up to the reader... But you know that. The most important thing in existence as far as I am concerned is passion. It can be miserable, painful, tear your soul apart from unrequited longing, jealousy, and exhaustion. You nailed it for me.

          • HannahElisabeth

            jarcher54, precisely! You get it. I wholeheartedly agree; a life without passion is far worse than the pain of losing it. Thank you for taking the time to read and share!

          • L. B. Mek

            steamy, daringly so
            a cute write,
            we're all wonderfully different, aren't we
            some like to shake the tree
            and in the unfurling confusion
            find their worth, in that capacity to cultivate chaos;
            thanks for sharing

            • HannahElisabeth

              Is it cultivating chaos,
              or perhaps,
              finally making peace with it?

              • L. B. Mek

                Peace, realised in the eye of the storm
                of your own making
                is a mirage at best
                wilfully self-indulgent, at its very worst



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