The night was cool and still,
His arms a warm embrace
I felt my knees weaken
My heartbeat start to race
He leant towards me
I caught my breath
At first hesitant, then certain
Of what would happen next
Faded colours of the darkness,
Flickering gold, green and grey
A myriad of stars upon us
Though my eyes were closed, I could see
Two silhouettes entwined,
At the end of the Earth
It seemed-
And yet only ten thousand miles from home
~
Oct 26, 2016
Oct 26, 2016 at 8:24 PM UTC
The clouds dispersed beyond the tide
Leaving behind a dewy haze
Of colourful ribbons
Curtains from heaven
Crisp green grass crunching beneath my feet
The infinite expanse of blue
Above my head
Above us all
I wanted to race across the grassy hills
And grasp the teardrops of colour
Before they faded into the mist
Leaving behind a lifeless world
Drained from mystery and magic
But leprechauns don’t exist
I’ve never found a *** of gold
For there are no such things
As legends, and myths
And it was a disappointment to discover
That we live in a world
Like every other
A world
Of black and white
~
Oct 16, 2014
Oct 16, 2014 at 8:39 PM UTC
Smeared blood into arrows
On the cheeks; white as diamond
Starched as hospital linen
Ladders up the spine
Where the ghosts of Raven's wings
Drift in mindless memory
As cast thee from a heavenly throne
To replace gold
With stone
And the heart-
With bone.
~
Oct 9, 2013
Oct 9, 2013 at 4:47 PM UTC
The light shone through him,
Like the moon-
A silver coin
Slipped into a pocket of blackness,
Wrapped in a velvet cloud,
Of rain-
Where drops filled,
In the eyes of mine, his
A lonely puddle in the heart
Winked flecks of white, gold
Poured down the elements of his lust
We were lovers of the night
When set the moon-
In his pale sky
He closed his eyes;
As did I
~
Oct 8, 2013
Oct 8, 2013 at 12:49 PM UTC
He swoops gracefully across the field,
Propelled by the wind, a steady blur,
An arched neck, slender and toned,
Proportioned body of muscle,
Bird of ample strength, solid gold,
Thrushes out rabbits amongst the thistle,
Attacks with ravage talons and lifts,
Dying creature in mighty grasp,
Tight lipped until his catch is dead
He touches down upon the grass,
Sharp beak, hard as lead
His wary eyes the colour of wine,
Cuts roughly into his victim’s core,
The Golden Eagle begins to dine.
Aug 17, 2013
Aug 17, 2013 at 7:42 PM UTC