Sophia

Sophia Oct 2018

Ivory frosting gorges us nightly,
Where wolves sleep in doorways
And our comrades shoot crows
For the shock of red blooming.

And our churches are roofless
Where rats nest in kneelers.
Crucifixes are idols, gods,
Pressed to lips that mutter phrases
Better known to mice than men.

The birds whisper bright things
From their warm little hollows
Where a fire may be kindled
And the walls aren’t as damp.

Sophia Oct 2018

The lover's pyramid

Lamplight pools down in dark spaces
And dies between her thighs,
Lips part and quiver,
I whisper "hush"
And quietly,
I smile.

Sophia Oct 2018

Around the Cauldron

Double, double, let’s get in trouble,
Let’s invoke the gods of mischief and the moon.
I wield a wand, an owl, a milky white eye,
Let’s get lightheaded, and see how free we can be.

Plied and drunk on words and musings,
We watch and wait for spirits to circle us.
I lose myself between slivers of light in the darkness.
Let's talk in tongues, and see how free we can be.

Oct 2018

Morgan Mercury

Graveyard Garden

I've been on the run for 500 years.
I carved a map on my back
of all the places I've been.
It's made up of all the old stars from my eyes
that no longer have meaning to me.

What a shame you couldn't have come with me.

The trees stand taller than the mountains,
growing up into the skies to touch the clouds.
The lady in the lake that pushed and pulled the boats
was a lovely savage.
These lands had no end.

I meet a man that lived on the clouds.
He told me the story of how he invented the stars
and how he cried the rain.
I never did run from the rain again.

I listened to the wind's whisper,
so low only for my ears to hear.
They told me to paint flowers for you.

So I took myself and found your stone.
Quiet, cold, and ever so selfishly was this sight to see for me.

I'm sorry your last breath was wasted on my name.
I have lost you to greed.
I wanted to travel forever with you,
but your state of body did not agree.
I took you from your saver and your bed,
and now I walk a thousand miles on my own.

I look for you every time the sun
falls down,
but knowing I'm lost in the moon's glow.

I would give all for you
to be here with me.
Winning isn't all that fun in
the end,
but now the game is over
and I stand lone a victor.

I painted you a garden of the most beautiful roses.
It's such a shame you'll never be able to see them.

Merlin BBC
Merlin/Freya

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Sophia Oct 2018

Pomona

Her love spills out like scarlet seeds,
and red wine rolled on jealous tongues,
and gold leaves nestled in her hair.
It feathers during secret deeds

whilst breath is passed between two lungs.
Rubies cluster at her throat
like blood clots that her flesh forgot.
She draws him to her, limb in limb,
a desperate love dressed up in quilts.

The seeds that bloomed begin to rot,
and candles die, and lust grows dim,
hence never shall he gasp her name,
or she wish to be close to him.

This is for a school project which decides an important grade - any feedback, positive or otherwise, is greatly appreciated in the comments or via a thumbs up/ down. Please let me know what needs working on!

Sophia Oct 2018

Hometown

Downtown lights glow through an avenue of trees
The dark haired girl sits outside on her balcony again.
Inhaling the cold blue air
And Tangibly
Hot city concrete mingles with night rain on a ***** pavement.
I stalk the streets
Headphones jammed in, jazz floating around in my head,
The girl turns and blows smoke at me, adjusting her radio,
pulling the hem of her shorts down.

Sophia Oct 2018

Oralie

Snowflakes clump on raven hair,
Floral dress and red cardigan on a windy night in December.
Voice like Persian honey,
Amber eyes flash and lips part -
A rogue daydream.
She is my fire. My flame,
An enchantment cast at nightfall.
She sleeps in the orange twilight, wrapped in warm linen,
As roses and wood-smoke choke our summer rhapsodies.
She is an idol, irreplaceable,
My chief desire, my breath and blood.