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764 · Feb 2011
Life Lost By Thine Own Hand
Katie Walker Feb 2011
A small candle-lit flame
Lights the way
Along the dusty corridor,
Meager warmth it provides
As I shuffle quietly over
Warped and weathered floorboards
That sigh tiredly under my feet,
Blank orbs skim over
Hand painted portraits
Looking only for one,
I pause at a high arched window
A servant left it ajar
To catch the midsummer breeze,
Moonlight spills softly
Over rolling hillsides
Fresh with midnight dew,
Swallows slumber softly
So the bats fly on in euphoric glee
Unto the fruit trees,
Wistfully I leave
The picturesque scene
For my own bland world,
Moonlight leaks through the cracks
Of this high and lofty house
That only befriends spirits,
A gust of air stumbles down the hall
Only to tumble around blindly
Yet steals my flame when it sulks away,
I continue on without pause
The way known by my limbs
As well as my mind,
Hollow and barren is my heart
Since you left
For the bittersweet life after death,
I reach for your likeness
But fingers touch
Only cool, cracked paint,
Her portrait is gone
I hear someone screaming
And realize it is I.

~~~

"Whose cries were those
o' servant?"
"Why those were my masters
dear milkmaid."
"Why does he scream so?
Such agony, I've never
heard the like."
"His wife died nigh on ten years ago,
and long since has her portrait
been gone by his own request."
"It cannot be so?"
"'Tis. Ere' night he wanders
the halls in search of her,
but only to be foiled
by his own hand."
"Ah the poor soul."
"Aye and in the the morn he remembers
naught.."
662 · Feb 2011
Summer Comes With The Winds
Katie Walker Feb 2011
Every day the temperature climbs
Ever higher into the sky
The sky responds in turn
By sending a warm wind down to Earth

The wind brings warm air to share
Flowers spring up every where
Tender grass grows
Where lethargic leaf piles have been

Above all else the wind brings life
It reaches out and touches every being
Even places in me I thought long dormant
Sad thing is I didn't even know

I don't know how it happened
I felt so alive with you
Simple skills I have to re-learn
A detachment I've seemed to form

From the world I hid
Until a breath of spring
Gently woke me from my winter slumber
I didn't know you had affected me so greatly

So much more attune
To the seasons I have been
Anticipating every turn of leaf
Every flower bud opened

Such discreet things take care to remind me
The touch of another person
The feel of fine cloth upon skin
Of simple treasures once lost

As spring progresses
Summer creeps up behind it
Full of warm sunshine and lush promises
A silent world I live in now

You probably won't bother
With reading my petty thoughts
But it feels good to have it said out loud
So now I won't burden anyone but paper

— The End —