I am Queen 

I am Queen 

My Wild Heart


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Amazon Queen – Revised

The sky sleeps

 in the soft flow of night

The wind whispers under a cloak 

of black and gold,

She glitters below the leaves, 

 of broad-leaved evergreens 

Above the canopy, rain falls

Of turquoise hues 

and silky moss 

faerie orchids stalk

Her heart line like an exotic 

capillary-flower 

Etched, deeply profound

A kapok, 

tendrils strangling its host,

leaving behind a haunted fig 

A ghostly fog –
Sensually, night slips into dawn

Burnt orange 

sunrise 

She, the protector

of all that are gone

Singing a warrior song – 

Dazzling Queen of the Amazon.

Words J.Calvert written 2016, revised 2017. 

Vintage Stones and Flowers Bent

I went AWOL
For a while
Lost in the clouds
Under feathers of plush-downs
Quills and spines,
and buried beneath
a tree
and vintage stones
and flowers bent and overgrown,
It was a blissful place
of undergrowth,
Where I visualised myself
floating softly in a pond of peace,
It was soothing and calming
and my mind was at rest
But here I am
back with my thoughts stirred.

J.CALVERT 2016

Grace

 

I’ll let the cool water

slip around my sides,

Taste the salt over thighs,

The stiches of the my seams

Little by little come undone,

Laced and twilled around the edge,

The water drips without a care

washing away the worries of today

Undoing the line of stitching,

holding my limbs in place

Allowing me to really see

my own face,

within,

To be confronted with grace.

 

 

J.CALVERT 2016

Inspired by life

and who we are

in each and every moment,

Realising and relishing

the beauty of ‘I’

The power of self belief.

Rabbit Run, Part 2

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Rabbit Run

 

Build a kingdom,
On noon,
A royal headache and prattle,
Boys, watch out,
The queen is on the lookout,
Heads will roll about,

Shock me, with your razor tongue,
The palace likes a little drama,
Theatrical and affected,
Pleasure driven,
The power of the reign,
A dangerous game,
The hunter likes to hunt, the little cottontails,

Run rabbit, run,
She will skin you alive,
A fur wrap around her neck,
And doe eyes; brown and bleak,
A pawn in her game,
The prey, the hunter,
Merely a causality, for her entertainment,
Your heart a trophy, mounted on the wall,

The scent of fear, her preferred perfume,
Cutthroat,
Tempts and allures,
To take the bait,
Trapped, in a snare,
Too late,
Run rabbit, run.

 

 

Sip, Part 2

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Julia Hetta | EMPTY KINGDOM http://www.emptykingdom.com-

 

Malt liquor,
Sip, a mouthful to sedate,
Swallowed, by greed and thirst,
Swill,
Deprivation, A hunger for the kill,
The taste of gluttony, too pleasing a thrill,
Devouring the consumed,
The mind a dangerous tool,
Haphazard and messy,
Wagered, a life,
Alice, enclosed,
A deadly cocktail to quench her soul,
Sip,
Haemorrhaging on the inside,
Her battle just begun.