Recently I featured a poem by myself. A rank amateur and someone with little interest in the field. But, today a friend from the Author’s Den site shared one of his many poems with me and I was so affected that I thought I’d share this with you. I hope you like it as much as I do.
A Hideous Spirit
A smiling face that hid loathsome strategies
still haunts the shadows, lurking with predatory instinct,
ravenous in relentless pursuit of impossible dreaming.
A heart once embraced by lustful passion
destroyed by a Vampire’s thoughtless scheming.
Hideous spirit, you took what was not yours to take.
Your charm and transient grace would manifest fake.
Fingers, dancing delicately over a heaving breast
with voluptuous elegance you conned my heart
into feeling safe. Yet you tore it from my chest,
splintering sensual pleasure for a lifetime of pain
because you thought it best.
Now a cadaverous shell I lay,
my heart at your feet
on a canvas less painted in blood.
Pages of a life ripped from a spine-broke-book,
fly like leaves cracking on a withering wind
blown in disarray across a dispassionate wasteland.
Scattered to oblivion – a history lost to that look.
© P. Williams 2004 revised 2013