Tuesday 21 August 2012

Golden Curse


I knew I was blessed,
Before I was cursed.

Just like fairy dust,
They shot our splinters
And ground our dust into gold.

Now heaven no longer needs us,
Because she already has our souls.

Splinters and arrows
Form into rust.

Splinters and arrows
Turn into dust


Treasured, just like Gold


Tuesday 7 August 2012

Porcelain Petal


She shivered a castaways dream
Life remained unseen
Until a familiar touch
A familiar sting
Opened her gateway to being.

In the centre of my crown
I inject
I glisten in robes
And welcome, the noble warrior from home.
As gentle as my innards
And as subtle as my screams
This man in me did enter
The pathway to my dreams.
''Such a beautiful rose
Such a beautiful feather''
Father subsided and drowned
And in my heart I found
The child I had shut out
And the woman who I'd drowned.
Bathed in blossomed buckets
I gently raised her head
From the blood stained tepid water.
Rose petals scattered her cheeks.
Falling from the sky;
Rosy tears
Moistened blackened eyes.
She came alive
She came alive in my arms
And as she knelt forwards
She melted her lips to my feet
And on soggy soddened ground
We merged.
Her head rose up as she stiffened,
Conjoining 
We twirled into one,
I accepted my darkness
I accepted 
Aloud and in song
We merged into one
We merged into one

Lion

Wings of a golden heart
Replaced by a silver tongue
Leopard races through time
Lion dutifully waits
She waits for the right one
Her protector is her prey
She never followed his way
But instead she waited
She waited for her heart to be captured
For her love to be devoured.
A calling from her master
Awakened her natural senses
And she followed his scent to the heavens
She followed his scent to touch
And without ever knowing too much
She breathed in his breath
Inwardly
Fragments falling within each beat
Of her bleeding heart
Inconsistent and itchy
Itching from her own unintentional spell
Uncovering a radar so deep
That no man ever found the words to tell
That his hunter was his protector 
and his protector was his prey.
Lion leaves no image 
Only a tongue
Of ribboned scars
Falling flat and juicy
Her eyes rest in the stars