Poetry by Krissie Rhiamon Pearse


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Dark Love

A pale white temptress veiled in black –
more beauty than the low sunset.
And in my dreams, she lives and breathes,
and so does she my soul beget.

My life, my love, all veiled in black,
as whispered tones thrice call through time.
And reddened hair flows through the air;
the summoned soul she calls is mine.

With no resistance to her cry,
a crimson tide flows through my veins.
Like high tide fills in coastal coves,
my love for her cannot be feigned.

And still I hear that whispered cry.
It calls me closer to her side.
With heartbeat pounding harder still,
my soul to her I must confide.

She pulls me close. I draw her near.
Her silken touch the feel of lace.
As loving hands surround her back,
a deathly kiss as we embrace.

She pulls me in. I draw her near.
With I as hers still holding tight.
With She now mine, two souls entwine.
In hard embrace two souls unite.

© Krissie Rhiamon Pearse 2007


Searching

A warning projected through time;
"there's a storm coming mum!"
Innocent words of a parallel child -
A past that never was so real to the touch.
A sixth sense of another world.

Reality twists and turns in the currents of the air
A storm above a sea of hope;
my emotions run wild in the breeze
Updrafts and downdrafts, peaks and troughs
Wind crests the waves it shapes.

Lightning strikes twice, and again, and again
Brine steams and breathes at each bolt;
it lifts my spirit and scorches my wings
Even fish know better than to surface as the gulls flee
Warm sea air rises to ice. A green haze in dark clouds

Hail strikes the surface, its violence absorbed
"Come in! It's dangerous out there!"
An anvil striking in the distance,
here, on the other side of the sand soaked sea
Chaos and order reign here, but can never meet in closed eyes.

To sit here watching. Imagining.
Hit or miss. 'To be, or not to be: ...'
The distant symbiosis of mother and child
It's not my mother; there is no shelter here
The beauty that is and wasn't to be as the storm rages and the sea roars.

© Krissie Rhiamon Pearse 2007




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