Ireland "My friend you would not tell with such high zest,to children ardent for some desperate glory, the old lie; dulce et decorum est pro patria mori"
All poems original Copyright of Niamh Price 384 followers / 8.4k words
I shed my skin. Winter take my petals, Leave me naked With the wind. Bare, you see me. Love's stunted growth? The leaves were Only ever a facade. Sweet Jesus, Let the sap taste as sweet As promises given In early spring. I shed my skin. Please love me still.
Come sail with me, far out into the rolling waves of Aquamarine. Peacefully between the endless black sea and the shimmering skies. Further and further... Drifting away from where we want to be, who we want to be. Come sail with me and dream of blue velvet dreams under the moon and stars. Until we get carried away by a Moonlight shadow as the heart of the sea breathes us, We slowly sink in the haunted remains of the Universe
The night claimed you for herself The moon, it stole your smile. The stars borrowed Your laugh. And the sky wore the midnight blue of your eyes. Dawn broke, like a cane on the back. And the morning wept.
A skeleton key opening a golden door to a room filled with lead. Smiles on hosts with rotting teeth, tongues of poison. Garments of silk, moth ridden, falling apart. A garden of roses weeds slowly choking; perfume of decay. I walk this crumbling earth and will sleep with no lies.
You filled my world with dust and left me with an empty cup. Oh that salty tears could quench this thirst. Pass me a bottle and watch me drown. Treading water is not for me. Hold my hand. I dive.