The kiss, a caress, of happiness for a while

Published in the 2017 Blue Fringe Arts 25th Anniversary Short Story and Poetry Anthology.blue fringe arts 2017 25th Anniversary short story and poetry anthologyThe kiss, a caress, of happiness for a while

Sometimes, when at first light
a euphoria seizes
and it pleases, if only
it would last until the night.

For I remember the smile
and therein a moment’s bliss
then the kiss, a caress,
of happiness for a while.

My fingers tremble, wrestle
for the light, draws into wane
and the laughter drains; the malady
of an empty vessel.

Like my heart, which flutters,
I reach for my own resolve.
And yet, behold, nothingness
I am left to utter:

“Where is the light stolen away?
Why do I feel, when it darkens
and hearkens but a breath
every damned day?”

Yet, striating through my flesh
the reminder, I am alive.
And naught deprived, for it still
flutters beneath my breast…

the kiss, a caress,
of happiness for a while.

blue fringe arts 2017 25th Anniversary short story and poetry anthology

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Born of hallowed love – a work in progress

Born of hallowed love.
Tainted and fated
by prophecy;
a higher purpose she wished
to be unburdened by.

Cursed blood.
The key to salvation,
in death only.

Cursed with age.
The envy of her immortal brethren.

Unwilling to continue a sacrifice,
to fight
to die
for another’s cause
and never her own.

She leads her own crusade
in search of herself

In misery feigned
her devotion to her line
and yet accepted
for there was no other way
no other purpose of her being
than to be as a vessel.

For what is one life,
her life, to the lives of man?

© 2017

And in lost sanity, she found

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And in lost sanity, she found,
where madness consumed,
locked doors to greet her.
Yet, no passage through for
her broken body;
she drags her legs, deformed.

Scented shadows left behind,
soothing, but overwhelming,
and intangible fields of sorrow
beckon her to chasms, a garden;
lamentable deceit.

Unreal, all imagined, and yet
with bloodied legs to carry her
freedom, still so far.

Guided by her heart,
led astray by the voices,
hopeless all, as her life flows.
Every second, her death awaits.

Base sin, calling to her
as she withers,
as she withers.

© 2017


Want to read more dark fairy tales?
Read my Cinderella poem, And Cinderella, poisoned
Read my Snow White minuscule musing, Snow White

Snow White

No chalice spilled
yet poison coloured her cheeks
The flesh within, tainted
Rosy shell bleeding the toxins at her bite

© 2017


Want to read more dark fairy tales?
Read my Cinderella poem, And Cinderella, poisoned
Check out my Alice in Wonderland series

Down the rabbit hole

Crystalline thorns of alice-blue
pierce and break
from within the spiral.
Tearing flesh
in the fall.
Sent shivering.
Crawling, and trails
scarlet-stained.

To her feet, impossible
and dragging her body through.
Curiosity and wonderment;
punished, for her sin.

Then colours fade
to muted greys

Whispers striating;
enveloping, surrounding
monotonous and cruel.
Yet she breaks through.

Her path, she leaves behind bloodied

And cries of awe,
through the searing pain,
before opiate-essence, dark
and where mad delusions follow.

© 2017


Want to read more dark fairy tales?
Read my Cinderella poem, And Cinderella, poisoned
Read my Snow White minuscule musing, Snow White

Virtue cries – work in progress

You all know my love for The Marquis de Sade or, rather, studying his life. Every now and then I like to work on a creative piece. This is a piece I was working on last year, and just completely forgot about. I was to submit it for Blue Fringe Arts, but didn’t finish it in time.

Since completing my honours dissertation: “Sade and the death of the virtuous woman: The construction of virtue in Justine“, I have been contemplating undergoing a PhD. I know I want to focus on Sade, once again, the problem is that I cannot decide on whether to write another dissertation, or do a creative piece instead.

Maybe you can help me decide?

Want to read more of my works on the Marquis de Sade?
Read the short story, Letter to the Marquise
Read the poem, My name is beauty


Stolen away at just fourteen years
Reduced to nothing and left in tears
With chastity cherished, her fate is sealed

Her virtue cries and weakens to vice
For her conviction, it is her price.
Defying chaos, defying Nature
Justine soon falls, poor innocent creature.
Unwelcome, this is not her own world
She lies lost, lonely little girl.
But she falls to her own grotesque sin
of growing pride, her vain delight in
purity fair, chastity true
They are taken; as blood from rue

Alas! we find her faith runs deeper
Even when placed with soulless preachers

Her searing flesh beneath the brand
And bones cracking under their hand.

© 2016

An Ode to Bipolar

Published in the 2016 Blue Fringe Arts Short Story and Poetry Anthology: Speak Out
Blue Fringe Arts 2016 Short Story and Poetry Anthology Speak Out

An Ode to Bipolar

Into sadness,
a sometimes forgotten spell.
Feverish, fetish, devouring all.
Yet when deprived,
a fondness; so yearning
and lachrymose.
Of tears, weeping
the flower
of being.
And necromancy,
an embrace;
a plea for answers,
but soft and deafening
the shadowed face.

Perpetual madness,
a labyrinth of decaying
thought and nameless love,
where spectres dance, and ravage,
and sentence the mind
to answer.
Damnation.
Doom.

But the hummingbird,
the sublime,
the beauty within.
Does it linger? Why does it so?
The love foretold,
and wisteria singing.
Creepers entangling,
strangling no more.
And leaden drops no longer
fill the lands with despair.

© 2016

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