Serpent and Mist Red-horned serpent, I cast you from my dreams Where you revel in my broken tears And bathe in my pain. I lie awake in your arms, Your sobs rack my conscience With insecure nightmares: I run-- Hidden emotion will arise at will As it is wont to do, as you channel it through me. I lie asleep in your arms, Your chest damp with my blood, My sweat of our unbidden union, That fragile, slipping essence of merged souls Outlawed in disgrace. You hide-- So we lie face to face, Nose touching nose, one-eyed cyclops Cringing in the sheltered circle Of our hand-fasted mourning bliss. You do not trust the power of the universe To support that which is fated, The clock-work movement of the stars. I curse-- And you take my hand in your dark shadow, Writing words without permanence In the hollow of my palm; words of love, Words of destiny, trust, passion-- Hope. A false hope that gathered dew In the early watch of the dawn. We lie face to face, serpent and mist, While I cast you out of the shadows And into the sea. Dena L. Moore December 7, 2001 Serpent And Mist appears in my new chapbook, Waking In The Dark: Poetry of Dark Fantasy, the Occult, and Somber Reflections. Click here to read more or to order. |
Poetry of Love, Loss, and the Occult |
Serpent and Mist Red-horned serpent, I cast you from my dreams Where you revel in my broken tears And bathe in my pain. I lie awake in your arms, Your sobs rack my conscience With insecure nightmares: I run-- Hidden emotion will arise at will As it is wont to do, as you channel it through me. I lie asleep in your arms, Your chest damp with my blood, My sweat of our unbidden union, That fragile, slipping essence of merged souls Outlawed in disgrace. You hide-- So we lie face to face, Nose touching nose, one-eyed cyclops Cringing in the sheltered circle Of our hand-fasted mourning bliss. You do not trust the power of the universe To support that which is fated, The clock-work movement of the stars. I curse-- And you take my hand in your dark shadow, Writing words without permanence In the hollow of my palm; words of love, Words of destiny, trust, passion-- Hope. A false hope that gathered dew In the early watch of the dawn. We lie face to face, serpent and mist, While I cast you out of the shadows And into the sea. Dena L. Moore December 7, 2001 Serpent And Mist appears in my new chapbook, Waking In The Dark: Poetry of Dark Fantasy, the Occult, and Somber Reflections. Click here to read more or to order. |
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