Dark Places

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Darkness – photo by Wild Thing

Shoulders drop
Head down
Dark … cold
Alone

Harsh words
Vibrating
In her head
Hard … loud

Mirrored visage
Blue black eyes
Hideous
Scarred face

Broken glass
Underfoot
Woman’s photo
Strangely familiar

Words again
“Crazy… Nutso”
She’d answer
“I’m not”

Must be true
Why say it
If not
If so …

Penance
Is required

The outside
Must reflect
Ugly inside

Broken glass
In trembling hand

Deep now
Two marks
On each cheek

One for Crazy
Another for
Nutso

Wild Thing©2016

You

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Thinking of You – photos by Wild Thing

I choose you.
And I’ll choose you,
Over and over

Without pause,
Without doubt,

In a heartbeat.

I’ll keep
Choosing you.

Throughout
The millennia

It will always be

You.

Wild Thing ©January 10, 2017

Gossamer Castle

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Somewhere – photo by Wild Thing

In the distance
Their eyes see
A peaceful place
Gossamer castle
Drifting in air

A haven
Where they live
By their rules
Love revealing
Their true beauty

Forged in light
At the source
As one … then
Split in two
Each of the other

Appearing fragile
It stands strong
Though gale force
Winds have blown
Love is its mortar

With trust
As its soul
Earthquakes
Merely stir it
Still it stands

Gossamer castle
Shining beacon
Love … trust … peace
Doubts vanish
In their light

Wild Thing ©January 10, 2017

Enigma

. . . hint of being
exotic whiff
. . . captivating
mysterious ways

. . . deep night
candle companion
. . . familiar
becomes sinister

. . . dark hours
hellhounds arrive
. . . harbingers of fear

Wild Thing ©2017

Arah . . .

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Black Moon Night – photo by Wild Thing

today we grieve . . .
wear black
beat our chests . . .

keen “ARAHHHHH!”
let the pain out . . .

til we rise . . .
like the sun
stronger . . . wiser

knowing . . .
there is always
light in the darkness

Wild Thing ©2016

The Veil Thins

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Thinning Veil – photo by Wild Thing

The Veil thins
Voices rise
Time begins
Praise to the skies

Shadows dance
Witches play
On Samhain night
Their power holds sway

Gather together
Nothing to dread
Sacred circle
To honor their dead

So fear ye not
Their moonlit dance
Join them
If given the chance

Wild Thing ©2016