Skeleton Walking

Strip back the skin Slip into oblivion Open the cavity of my blackened heart Void Pulsating in throbbing hands Alive, but dead within the shell – The red ink spills Warm the liquid runs Through fingers and limbs and broken … Continue reading

Two Dead Snakes

The squalling wind
presses against my cheek
like winters cold lips
in tiny buds tears spring
like velvet drops warmed by kiss,
caress my skin
Withstood the cast of weathered tides
An anchor to bind our feet
Drowning in a watery grave
Engraved your name across my mind
Decorated –
Enthralled in stars
Etched beyond the times
Two hundred and three years between the seasons past
Our soul reincarnates
Like two dead snakes
Sprawled on the lawn
Covered in skin of a leathery kind
Twisted and coiled
Worn
Old and forlorn
Shedding our skin
Exposed by our exterior
Our hearts told,
to begin again
our legend unfolds.

J.CALVERT 2016

 

Porcelain Doll

She lurked beneath the sea In languid dreams Among encrusted shells and aqua marine Swimming in tales of bootleg bandits and treasures foreseen. Her eyes mirrored by the swell Sinking in coral A wet porcelain doll – Stitched with serrated … Continue reading