The Lady in Black
Hepcat61
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geoff cat
Dangerous Mind
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Black Lady
A swirl of crows through cracks in leaden skies,
In midst of winter graves, with thoughts betrayed.
No moor in Wales-ish bogs could scarce decry
Such Spanish blackness borne, this fell displayed.
Witch called, she’d been, from mother’s first beheld.
No sound the baby gave, not laugh, not shriek,
Just blue-eyed stare in her dark raven spell.
Bewitching all, never a word would speak.
Cast out among the headstones of the dead,
I fell in love and gave her all I had
Upon lost souls, I knew was how she fed,
And she took mine who she had driven mad.
From shadows’ stones, I gaze while she still waits,
Black Morrigan, she-ruler of the fates.
A swirl of crows through cracks in leaden skies,
In midst of winter graves, with thoughts betrayed.
No moor in Wales-ish bogs could scarce decry
Such Spanish blackness borne, this fell displayed.
Witch called, she’d been, from mother’s first beheld.
No sound the baby gave, not laugh, not shriek,
Just blue-eyed stare in her dark raven spell.
Bewitching all, never a word would speak.
Cast out among the headstones of the dead,
I fell in love and gave her all I had
Upon lost souls, I knew was how she fed,
And she took mine who she had driven mad.
From shadows’ stones, I gaze while she still waits,
Black Morrigan, she-ruler of the fates.
yellow-house
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"above"
she drifts like a clear night sky
through a corpse littered world,
the vultures moments away from
pulling at her pale opaque flesh,
and as she drags herself through the fog
adorned in her heavy black dress
she holds her head high despite her fragility,
within lies she finds confidence,
and with no one to rule but piles of bones,
she is still
a lady.
she drifts like a clear night sky
through a corpse littered world,
the vultures moments away from
pulling at her pale opaque flesh,
and as she drags herself through the fog
adorned in her heavy black dress
she holds her head high despite her fragility,
within lies she finds confidence,
and with no one to rule but piles of bones,
she is still
a lady.
Solomon_Song
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Tyrant of Words
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Joined 28th Sep 2012 Forum Posts: 333
THE BLACK LADY
(Imagined as the Black Widow of detective movies.)
In her seductively shoulderless frock, the Black Widow looks reflectively over the graves of the men she has seduced, married, then seen off.
On the horizon the vultures gather.
She gazes towards them as if they are her spirit guides, giving her inspiration as where to go to find the next man with a fortune to plunder.
There is a pistol in her devious left hand:
This is a woman who will profess love to you with one hand - and take your life, then your money, with the other.
(Imagined as the Black Widow of detective movies.)
In her seductively shoulderless frock, the Black Widow looks reflectively over the graves of the men she has seduced, married, then seen off.
On the horizon the vultures gather.
She gazes towards them as if they are her spirit guides, giving her inspiration as where to go to find the next man with a fortune to plunder.
There is a pistol in her devious left hand:
This is a woman who will profess love to you with one hand - and take your life, then your money, with the other.
Grace
IDryad
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IDryad
Tyrant of Words
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Miss_Sub, Hepcat, yellow-house and Solomon_Song, thank you for your respective entry.
summultima
uma
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uma
Dangerous Mind
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Joined 3rd Feb 2012Forum Posts: 1372
the burial (with eyes of purdah and throat in tsunamic lumps)
how crude {and justified} it is, this penanced
curfew of blanked night’s silence-
{curbing and hammering my wayward pathos
of a child’s unregulated exuberance that’s
exceedingly rogueing freeformed nascent
breaths in love?}
devoid of even the cooing to stridulating echoes
alluring towards a weirdly clinical exorcism- dicing
strangulations on this (assumptive) status quo stillness
in perseverance
a habituated pensiveness runs in and out
as chaotic trishul in triadic extensions
against palmistry’s janmic fixtures
as to either
be a self-sought refuged insider in access of your visions
that’s blinded in the questioning invisibilities otherwise
or to be catapulted somehow to His subliming elevations
to preview the mysterious spacetimes of His arts of destiny
or just be a loathsome mass
drowning to hermitic rockbottoms in (unrequited) love?
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Grace
IDryad
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IDryad
Tyrant of Words
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summultima, thank you for your entry.
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IDryad
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IDryad
Tyrant of Words
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Thank you everyone for participating in my comp. So many talented writes, it was hard to choose so I enlisted non DU members to help. Congratulations to Crowfly, dustyjjewels and 0bs3ss3dp0ss3ss. I hope you will join me in my next comp. Thank you very much.