Submissions by AstrayaR (Susanne Jensen)

S. Jensen 2018 (reworked from 2013)


SHE CLENCHED HER FISTS

WHATEVER YOU SAY

THE DEAD EYED MAN

DARK MOON RISING

IN THE UNVOICED COMMAND

I AM NOT GOING

TO FIND AGAIN

BANGING ON THE

BLOODY DOOR

SITTING HAVING A DRINK

THE STREETS WERE

DESERTED NOW

SHE COULD STILL FEEL

OH GOOD LADY

I HEAR THE VIBRATING SOUND

OF YOUR VOICE

IN THE SILENCE

OF THE WALLPAPERED

BUILDINGS OF THIS
...

S.JENSEN © 2018

THOSE GOLDEN HEIGHTS
AGE GLIDES AWAY
BREATHING THE PURE
SERENE
OH A FLOWERY TALE
OF SWEET AND SAVERY
SOFT PIPES
ON WILD ECSTASY
BETWEEN
DEITIES AND MORTALS
THE TEN THOUSAND
MILES OF
WANDERING AS A
LONELY CLOUD
TO DESIRE
OH THE TASTE
TO BE DRUNK
ON HONEY DEW MILK
OF MIMIR’S SOUP.