Category: Poetry

When you kissed me like that
I felt my body melt toward you
I felt this as love and respect
I was wrong
When you kissed me like that
You were perfunctory and cool
Thinking of something else
You held out resentment
I grabbed it and tried
To make it equal the love
That was in my heart
I was wrong to try.
When you kissed me like that
I saw only who I thought you were
Missing all the small signs that
Told me a different story
When you kissed me like that
You tried to show me
Your true intentions
I am sorry I could not see them
Because you kissed me like that.

©CHenderson2016
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Old hearts buried, covered in rust
Rise up, haltingly into the light
Sharp edges softly ground to dust.

Winds blow across, strong and harsh
Whipping up desolate grains of sand
Old hearts buried, covered in rust.

Flaking away, slice through the crust
Layers peeled back so wafer thin
Sharp edges softly ground to dust.

Deep mantles stripped, covers mussed
Brilliance shines, gold dwells within
Old hearts buried, covered in rust.

Scouring deep, the earth is robust
Emerges slowly, the delicate forms
Sharp edges softly ground to dust.

Rich patina burnished, light adjusts
Birthed from ancient darker clay
Old hearts buried, covered in rust
Sharp edges softly ground to dust.

The Arrow of Death

The arrow that is death points
At my fathers heart
I am undone, bereft in the
the void of my soul

Time unravels the life strands
no gentleness left
Ripped from the weft
We embrace the Morrighan
Angel of death.

Foul breath creature of the night – Hunting moments in our dreams

A javelin pierces the tissue of my screams
Death has no respect here
Dancing us like broken dolls
Strings jerk blood through
Heaving veins and tears.

Embrace the dark Kali
With her necklace of skulls
Accept the sword of death
and rebirth

Creature of the night dance me – Hunting moments in my dreams

Threads of my father’s life
Float in the universe
Small broken bits of himself
Catch in my hair and breath
on their journey to home

In Ceridwyn’s cauldron
Death is a melting pot
Crucible of change
To nothing.

Goddess of the night carry me – Into the hunted moments of my dreams

Sword of death and rebirth
Embracing Hecate, crone,
Goddess of death
Laughter cackles through infinity

Carrying us through the night
into our dreams
and beyond
Beyond.

Night creature cradles my dreams – Beyond forever.