Open Poetry #44 |
Yule Bells |
Masked Intruder
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Late night's folly hangs long, a grim keeper to black words spoken, love lost and gone. A low comma to the silence; broken but twice by the longest night's breath, I search for respite from my folly, a dream to escape her death. I founder within the Stygian gloom; overtaken, slumber grasps my mind, freeing me from my spectral tomb. Hannah dances once more in blind radiance beneath the Gulf stars, the wet sand beneath her feet sparkles in moonlit puddles; the scars of the day forgotten, slowly timed to the cadence of bells. Leather strapped anklets beat amid the ringed stones. Her closed eyes strain as her trapped soul casts through, smiling in sublime elation, beckoning gladly, singing to the night. Yule tidings chanted to the sky, her dance to her winter king. I wake in quick, tearful turnings; my pillow, the sheets beat wet with fear. Dawn offers lame respite to my yearning; cold breath follows each gasp as the year passes its mark, and Hannah's soul sings of the afterlife she lived. I am left lonely to infinitely endure the pain that love brings. -*-*- |
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*smile* I wondered (if y'had yer hat on, that is) and nodding once upon a time? A lady kindly told me she loved me but that I had a "low" sense of humor. So I lowed. grin (You know I did...) yule bells sigh I hate 'em. |
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