How fragile is this hand
as it gentles the ferocious coils
which abide below the halfway mark
of belly, making discords of dogma,
and soothes the grinning sibilance
as the ravenous maw bites through
this tenuous grip on new realities.
Oh Mercy! The poison is luscious as lotus!
Desire welcomes the monstrous tongue
in the throat beyond question
of what will become of these bones
once the leviathan has picked them clean.
Inspired by the artwork, Thieves Blend by the artist, Eli Evangelidis a.k.a. @eliedwardart
Saturday, May 16, 2020
Utopia
How beatific the ghostly face
as it turns from grim reality
of painful flesh beneath taut skin
unaware that heart is caged
and lungs are slaves
while bones remain as shackles
to the absurdity of decomposition.
Oh God! Time strikes like a meteor!
Life always ends too soon
to disregard the searing blaze
and ascend beyond the embers
of immolation until consciousness
becomes one with oblivion.
Written in collaboration with the artist, Cemal Eker a.k.a. @abreathinutopia, inspired by the illustration entitled Ayesha.
as it turns from grim reality
of painful flesh beneath taut skin
unaware that heart is caged
and lungs are slaves
while bones remain as shackles
to the absurdity of decomposition.
Oh God! Time strikes like a meteor!
Life always ends too soon
to disregard the searing blaze
and ascend beyond the embers
of immolation until consciousness
becomes one with oblivion.
Written in collaboration with the artist, Cemal Eker a.k.a. @abreathinutopia, inspired by the illustration entitled Ayesha.
Friday, May 8, 2020
Flower Moon
Your waxen mask
of magnolia petals
perfumes nocturnal hours
with aqua light
as the landscape
softens at your touch ~
You keep aloof
the implacable secrets
of your alchemy
but it stirs the sleepers
in their beds
who grieve anew
the paradox of spring ~
And dawn does not dissolve
the stinging poison
tail-end of the dream.
Written in 55 moonlit words using the Skylover Wordlist ~ May
of magnolia petals
perfumes nocturnal hours
with aqua light
as the landscape
softens at your touch ~
You keep aloof
the implacable secrets
of your alchemy
but it stirs the sleepers
in their beds
who grieve anew
the paradox of spring ~
And dawn does not dissolve
the stinging poison
tail-end of the dream.
Written in 55 moonlit words using the Skylover Wordlist ~ May
Wednesday, May 6, 2020
When searching for your truth, remember
Designer @eliedwardart Painter @skyloverpoetry Copyright is Reserved |
When searching for your truth, remember
you are an ocean.
An ocean is deeper than anyone knows.
Light penetrates the surface
then things get darker.
Your skin is holding back the tide.
Your smile barricades
a gulf of unseen currents.
Only your eyes
reveal the true colours of your sea.
You are a creature.
One of mind and matter,
head, heart and limbs
all intertwining.
This creature lives in your ocean
and makes love to life.
You hold truth in your hands.
Your choice is to rise or drown.
I have written this Ekphrasis poem as accompaniment to the art collaboration between Eli Edward Evangelidis and me, entitled Entanglement.
Friday, May 1, 2020
A Skylover Wordlist ~ May
May Day!
Beltane!
Worker's Day!
Call it what you will, this is a day to celebrate life, rejuvenation, the old gods, our beloved ghosts, holy day. With that acknowledged, and the marathon of April poetry behind us, I am offering my monthly wordlist for anyone who is looking for verbal inspiration for poetry.
@skyloverpoetry #skyloverwordlist |
The prompt is open from 1 - 14 May here on my blog (4 - 14 May on IG).
Select three or more words and use them in a poetic interpretation of your choice. Derivatives of words may be used and you may link up as many poems as you write in the comments below. If you are sharing on IG, please tag @skyloverpoetry and use #skyloverwordlist so I can read and comment on your post.
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