Submissions by Magdalena (Spartalena)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
23rd May 2020 3:14pm
23rd May 2020 3:14pm
curious hands
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
531 reads
3 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
24th Feb 2020 10:39pm
24th Feb 2020 10:39pm
Knotted (audio)
#fairies
#magic
279 reads
8 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
18th Apr 2017 00:42am
18th Apr 2017 00:42am
catch me never
1369 reads
21 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
27th Mar 2016 6:54pm
27th Mar 2016 6:54pm
the diviner and the shade
1237 reads
25 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
8th Jan 2016 10:38pm
8th Jan 2016 10:38pm
Persuader.
926 reads
8 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
18th Mar 2015 10:49am
18th Mar 2015 10:49am
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
...
1388 reads
18 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
7th Sep 2013 00:31am
7th Sep 2013 00:31am
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...
985 reads
20 Comments
DU Poetry : Submissions by Magdalena (Spartalena)
