Category: Dark Poetry


Pull Me

Cold comes in
riding on darkness,
gliding toward me
– -silent, but for the wind
from the dark wings
– -feathers whistling
beneath the eaves.

Pull me into you.
Hide me in your arms
safe within the blanket
of your love.  Loneliness
– -the shadow of silence
touches my soul
with bony fingers
– -laughs at my tears.
My fears bleed violet.
– -Violent red streaks
the coldness, except
in you. 

Pull me
from never-ending
cold- -hold me safe
from shadow’s reach.
Pull me into your love.
Hide me from the silence
– -I am.

Copyright 2010, by Suzie Ashby.

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Warrior looks in
through my eyes
– -child wanting candy.
Curiously,
peers inward
through a delicate green lace
perhaps seeking the place
my soul lingers- –
seeking his manifest destiny
or some quandary to debate.
Not seeing me for me
behind this face
– -still- -cold
braced and fevered
in this darkened place.

My castle walls
I embrace- -a blanket
of cerulean blue- -tattered.
– -Web like
gray fibers fray
along the edges,
from time’s time
with time folding backward
on itself.

Deep inside me he roams
empty chambers- -pulling
at flitting shadows
– -all the specters
                                 I am.
Oh, if he could set them free
they long for light
of dreams and fancy flight
– -silent butterflies.  Yet
– -still- -specters cling to me
lover’s whispers,
they sigh
and I sedate them
with a cerulean blue blanket
and the inward touch
of a Celtic Warrior’s hands.

Copyright 2010, by Suzie Ashby.

 

Moon’s glow holds
your secret safe within me- -your
locket for love, I am.
Sublime sanctuary- -you- –
my gentle addiction- –
your voice
calming silk threads
feathering my skin- -coming
to me in twilight solitude,
a warm summer breeze
kissed with light rain.- -You
my refrain from the light
of things darkness never knows.
Coming in the darkness- -sweet
shadow’s whispering mist
delivering me from the abyss.
Streaming contrasts- -gleaming
black, white- -darkest knight,
though angel bright- -your love,
vast extremes- -no in-between
just these moments- – loneliness
no more than a firefly flitting by- –
you whisper those calming
rain kissed silk threads
softly over my skin- -I sigh.
You, my sublime sanctuary
from the ugly light of things.
Soft caress- -again
again my gentle addiction
my twilight apparition- –

Copyright 2010, by Suzie Ashby.