Submissions by Magdalena (Spartalena)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
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287 reads
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an unapologetic 'f**k you'
it used to be, the heart effected my bones
and I would listen so intently to the magic spoken
all of the alibis abducted from black and white movies
how i soaked up the fiction of your fiasco
blinded to fractures through the web of you
i was offered hallucination and i accepted in my naivety
a fortune told from granite hands and stone lips
i stood at your edge, lost my balance
you burnt me with an arsonists mind
and i begged you to stop your thawing of me
such out of control persistence, distorted...
995 reads
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1376 reads
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1261 reads
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Carmen
(Magdalena and Alexander Case, collaboration)
Carmen was warm
she was honey
she was snow
silhouettes fell upon amber walls
eyes spluttered twin flames
in soft agitated light
the night trap was set
ajar by the window
where Carmen waited
for the candlelight to snuff it
when darkness found her pane
she doused it in paraffin
marked the seal with a kiss of death
and placed the scarlet flint and propane
at five corners
circled with an infinite line
...
Carmen was warm
she was honey
she was snow
silhouettes fell upon amber walls
eyes spluttered twin flames
in soft agitated light
the night trap was set
ajar by the window
where Carmen waited
for the candlelight to snuff it
when darkness found her pane
she doused it in paraffin
marked the seal with a kiss of death
and placed the scarlet flint and propane
at five corners
circled with an infinite line
...
1404 reads
18 Comments
Bitter Lake (Magdalena and Braggman collaboration)
Seventeenth March, 1684.
While cresting the foothills
we crossed the south end of a small lake
The ice proved thin due to springs that fed in from beneath
One man fell through with full leathers and axes
Two others drowned in an attempt to save him
The surviving members of the party named this cursed spot
'Bitter Lake'
I am silence while my surface is calm
no wind to make waves through my tranquility
the ghosts of those lost are sleeping
I wear the sun like sparkling...
While cresting the foothills
we crossed the south end of a small lake
The ice proved thin due to springs that fed in from beneath
One man fell through with full leathers and axes
Two others drowned in an attempt to save him
The surviving members of the party named this cursed spot
'Bitter Lake'
I am silence while my surface is calm
no wind to make waves through my tranquility
the ghosts of those lost are sleeping
I wear the sun like sparkling...
1001 reads
20 Comments
DU Poetry : Submissions by Magdalena (Spartalena)