dappled sun masks pulseless veins
catch her shouldered corpses
the fiery fingers set the flame
her stunning molder
mocks the waiting worms
all her breathless lovers
believers
of beautiful death
embrace the dark eventual
what is left
the harlot bares her branches
to eyes-wide biting night
where the crisp of bones fragment
beneath secret feet and lift
their dust howls in the truth
of autumn's moon
that cannot hide
below her scattering dress
this patient haunting
where their skeletons
moan lower
in some places
lover
if you will dig me deep enough
you will find the moss damp
where I will only sleep
until panting winds
quicken me to twine
once more around your limbs
and rise
your vernal Lazarus
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Author:
Heather T (
Offline) - Published: September 1st, 2017 10:14
- Comment from author about the poem: It's nearly FALL! I hope to catch up with all of you sooner than soon.
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Comments10
Full of imagery beautiful dark and deep , cool poem well done
Thank you for the read, WL!
Finally! You are back with a beauty!
Missed your fine writing, your incredible word choices, your imagination! Now this one has it all!
Thank you! We had a blustery, rainy day with Harvey remnants overhead, so my muse started whispering about autumn trees, leaves and branchy weirdness.
Hope you did not get any flooding!
South and west of us had downpours and tornado watches. Light afflictions compared to the previous devastation of Harvey.
Wow I bow to the use of such beautiful language!
Aw Sue, lol. I'm so glad you enjoyed!
Missed your incredible writing dear Heather but this re-entry more than makes up for your short time of absence. Great choice of image around which to scribe as only you can - - glorious imagery in every line.
What a sweet comment, my friend. You spur me on! I really like that profile picture.
I grow verdant with envy of your wonderful woodland wizardry here. Beautiful.
Stunning - and to think I almost missed it - a real treat to read Heather.
Super write. Unfortunately by scattering her dress around means that I will have to pick up the rags from my garden.
I love the imagery here too Heather, and it took me into the depths of your poem.. well done!
This is fantastic.
What an amazing write Heather! I love the picture posted as well which brought a total new meaning to the words you used! Thanks for sharing some of your deepest thoughts Heather!!!
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