Who chooses

 

The power of the skull from distant lands
it’s effluvium beckons me, I know not why
mandible held against my lips, I inhale
it’s death into my soul, my once pure thoughts
now anomalous, suspended in the attic hollow
where reasoning once resided, I stand on stone
in wild winds, lightning sutures blotted skies
can I recant the voodoo which enslaves me
my mind blank my body weary, the meaning unknown of why
I was chosen to wield the blood stained shears
that grew from straw, held high above my head
I shout unto the universe
“Release me from this darkened hell”
“I am not stopping you” I hear it whisper in return

©jmtacken 25/3/2014
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10 words used for the below in the prompt for http://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2014/03/24/wordle-1/

Stealing (Prose)

darkness bites, it lurks unseen
devouring seconds, minutes, hours
as eyes first open till they close
it doesn’t rest
we are oblivious
what parts are stolen?
what moments removed?
days and nights, we thought we owned
we were whole once
but we vanish, morsel by morsel
untraceable, no warning
as a pickpocket slyly steals
darkness nibbles
dissolving us in stores, alleyways
as we speak or sing, work or play
make love ~ the very air we breathe
darkness continues biting
until we breathe no more

©jmtacken March 8 2014

Run for your life

I run,  bare foot across the tentacles of icy grass blades across the Moors.

My hair laces it’s way into the air so cold it could freeze me in time.

My heartbeat skips, vapoured breath escapes my mouth,  I try desperately to hold the air in my lungs.

They won’t capture me, they won’t get me … they won’t.

My life depends on my speed.  The fog is settling, night is drawing in,  soon it will be dark,  I need to see the way before me,  please give me more time, PLEASE I beg, do not let darkness fall.

I struggle to catch my breath, my lips are so cold, my mouth is parched.

God… NO, a storm is brewing, run, don’t you look back Esmay, don’t you dare.

The thorns stab at my feet, it hurts with every step I take. Don’t cry,  don’t cry.

Erase the pain Esmay, erase it now!

I push myself, no time to dwell on how my body aches,  it is so cold, I am so tired but I must not give in.

I am the hunted, being chased down like foxes that chase their frightened prey.

How much more can I take, I’m struggling, how can I continue, how can I break free, how do I outrun them.

Please don’t let the storm come, PLEASE, I yell to the emptiness around me. I don’t have the strength inside me to also battle rain, how much more can I take.

I am so scared and long for home, to warm myself in front of the fire, with the door locked fast.

I hear them, the horses hooves resonate through the ground underneath me.

Don’t look back, my thoughts echo in my head, there is no time to see how close they are.

You will not get me, you will not lock me up again.

I swear you will not imprison my soul once more.

 

 

This was written from a photo on Picture It and Write.

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Some of you will love this, others of you not so much – but really. There’s so much scope for imagination here. I’ve already got something like this in one of my WIPs – but what about you? Who is this lady, where is she going, what is she leaving?

Visits in the dark I am painted lips dark illuminated by the glow of the lamp that I hold I visit when you slumber, step through frame to another time, a time when we were one I’m the ghost of your past the girl that you once loved I wear these clothes and gloves for you reminiscent of another era when I thought our love was true I step into your world watch you yet I retreat with haste for the lamp is only a guide for my footsteps Not a guide back to your heart, I return to my place through the passage of time the light being my saviour, my guide to find who I am without you

Unrequited love

I’ve travelled past your window many times, when the sky was trying to touch darkness.

I look at the lamp that yields a soft light and the curtain that blows behind the partially opened glass.

I see the wooden table in the corner with your papers and the phone, that I have rung so many times, without you answering. Have you been busy, do you not answer it at all..to anyone?

Perhaps just not for me, for I would listen as it rang, salty tears running down into my mouth, brushing back my hair to stop it sticking to my cheeks. Mascara stinging my eyes.

I look back at the lake slow ripples transverse across the water, I look back at your window.

The trees are black not green.

Your eyes dark I remember them, you think I don’t.

The water is dark foreboding, yet it draws me.

It is cold, my toes touch it’s edges, it laps against my ankles.

Touches my stomach, half of me is numbed, my dress floats to the surface.

I walk.

Each pore turned white.

The water is dark, the sky matching.

I remember your dark eyes.

I loved you.

I will be your ghost for breaking my heart.

If only you answered my calls….

Toddaid – Planet Gazing

Here is my first attempt at a Toddaid. A stanza comprising of a 10 syllable line, alternating with a 9 syllable line. A syllable towards the end of the 1st line rhymes with 1 in the middle of the 2nd line. Similarly lines 3 and 4. Lines 2 and 4 rhyme with each other.  This took a bit of working out I can tell you!

Gazing to heavens, seek Venus or Mars
not behind bars or caged, I stare
surely you are there, do show yourselves now
light the darkness if thou will, show me where

Metamorphosis

Gossamer veil before me sliver of light
peers furtively through trees that have seen a hundred years
absence of day with steps I place, now in sudden fear
not knowing of where I go or where I’ve been

disconsolate foot steps, crackle leaves beneath my feet
forest of deadened branches hang eerie, blackened sleep
who am I, where am I, behind or in front
cautiously tread direction lost steps to find myself

one foot wrong shall I be left in a world I do not want
one foot right will I find myself forgoing the life I’ve led
brush what my eyes before me see, start anew without the ink
trunks of deadness, branches hang life to them is lost

renew yourselves, birth new buds like I must do at life
banish cobwebs of my fears, eradicate self doubt
step into the daylight, know who you are and why
blackened forest take your leave, be reborn like I