I wait at the edge of the forest
The boundary between
Danger and safety
The threshold between
What I know and don’t
The seen and unseen
And in that moment
I have a decision to make
To continue waiting
Or begin a new chapter
By taking my first step
Into the trees
This was originally posted in January 2017. You can find the original post here.
I close my eyes, and I see you
In outline only
A shadow before the sun
A silent silhouette
I know you not
Un-named stranger
Why are you here?
Why are you here now?
You neither move nor speak
Can you hear me?
I’m not frightened
Should I be?
Not until I open my eyes
The same inky shape
Stands in the doorway
Watching, waiting…
This was originally posted in January 2019. You can find the original post here.
he was all
angles and straight lines
nothing out of place
each piece of the puzzle
fitting snugly together
to ensure he made
a complete whole
he couldn’t bend
-wouldn’t
would never give
a fraction of an inch
out of choice
or by nature?
I was never sure
until one day
he hit an obstacle
he couldn’t go around
or go over
which was when I realised
he didn’t know the answer
either
Back in August, my poem, Stuck In His Shape, was published via Nine Muses Poetry (read my original post about it here). Sadly, not long after, that venue ceased to be. It’s always such a shame when beautiful poetry venues stop publishing but I understand how big a commitment it is to run such a project…So I thought I would share that poem here for anyone who might be interested but had missed it.
Thanks to everyone who joined in with the 13 Days of Samhain prompts. I thoroughly enjoyed reading each and every one! If you missed any, you can catch up by checking out the original prompt post and follow the links / pingbacks in the comments…
Have a blessed Samhain! I’m off to bake a batch of soul cakes…
Spirits start to cross
When The Veil begins to thin
Following the lights
Of carved lanterns and candles
Guiding them safely homewards
Written for: 13 Days of Samhain – Day 13: Thinning of The Veil
On the outside
Unnoticed, invisible
They cannot see me, or
Choose not to
As I am not one of them
So strikingly different
This side of The Veil
This was originally posted in May 2017. You can find the original post here.
My choice: trick or treat
On doorstep stood witch and sprite
Diminutive though
They were, children they were not
Eyes blazed, teeth gleamed, and I fled…
Bones prancing in lines
Taunting, teasing the living
Momento mori
In breathless whisper, they call
“You cannot escape this dance”…
Their friendship comes with
A price. I’m willing to pay
Initiation:
Truth, bare my soul to their jests,
Or dare, risk life for their game…
Floating through doorways
Where none exist, Grey Lady
Goes tirelessly
Haunting rooms, mirrors, hallways
Searching for what she can’t find
I am not to blame.
Not being psychic ensured
Proceedings took an
Unexpected turn, when words
Chanted, opened the portal…
