The Poetry Marathon

broken link
in a series of precious events….

crack in a bradycardial heart
– that is where you left.

Hushed canopy of stars,

watch the moon tread

the crest of the lake,

in muted gibbous glory;

havoc in a dead-beat heart.

Familiar panic attack.

her memories, the shiver of a breeze
on placid lakes where moonshine leaves
imprints, ever lambent, always coruscating.

her thoughts, the auburn in her hair,
silken, satin, downy-soft and sanguine;

smooth as wine one in her eye is prospecting

Broken hearted, lavender sky, drips
amethyst tears on her unstirred lake;
calm eyes, cold breath, unquivered lips,
a breast that love would soon forsake.

Blood-drenched waters, viscous spread,
lachrymose in lilac his half-sobbed sighs,
a heliotrope horizon which for her has bled,
that which trickled from his stilled skies….

fingers unwind, the very same that
caressed when intertwined, mine in yours.

and as we part, the halting caresses relive
the painful moments of canorous, crooning,
warbled words.

wistful thoughts…

the very words, your dainty fingers, sometime
before this sepulchral silence,
on my gnarled and mottled skin, wrote.

like a whisper chases its shadow,
around a domed gallery made of stone
we leap-frog from liaison to liaison, yet
in the end, as at the start – are left alone

Just a quick note to test the waters of the Pirean Spring, so to say.

Hullo and well met!

JW

An aeolian enterprise;

perse-tinged zephyr,
the caliginous expanse
of night’s tresses pester;

coruscation in her eyes,
sculpt each venial qafir
to a penitent impasse;

as softness of lips whisper,

plot a subfusc surprise…..

some alchemy,
in the silhouette and daguerreotype;
caressed by caliginous contours
of plumes,
all negativity turns to light!

Tender is the night,
tender the sighs, susurrations and gasps
of delight.

Passion is the moon,
passion the caress, the touch, the piety
of moonlight.

You are the tenderness
of the moon, your kisses delight;
your voice rasping sighs, the
sucking in of breath.

You become the night….