gothic – Page 2 – Parisian Poetry

Wounding

We stood apart once but now we stand togetherOne mind with a beating heart, always and foreverNothing but the morning sun to shed light on dark dreamsSometimes when the air grows thin, when crops don’t grow, as mountains explode With heat and the waves rise with flow and lands envelop in ice and snowNo matterContinue reading “Wounding”

What Seemed Corporal

Wherefore does the wind blow? Whence did the season change? One more damned miss And I’ll be cast out this frame What light will lend to such myths of folklore when a candle is snuffed out? What god-fearing people once whispered around the golden flames of an open fire, instilling fear in younger generations toContinue reading “What Seemed Corporal”

This Gentleman of the Past

It gives me great pleasure to introduce this gentleman of the past He is roguishly handsome and doesn’t lack a sense of spine, for he has given life to all that was fine From gilt of gold leaf, to carriages with seats of leather. He rarely thought that time would end his blue sky weatherContinue reading “This Gentleman of the Past”

the earth and everything within it

There’s no rhyme or reason for the changing of the season as larks loom large in autumn’s garden prowling upon the gnarled branches close to those of which you fell No better time come spring to plunge into the closed thicket and beat the brush for a hunting repast for those rich enough to shootContinue reading “the earth and everything within it”

Consolers of the Past

In a flicker of moonlight Where the brave fear to tread Upon the west side of the moor Lives a place of powerful intent In mists and blizzards, it stood through them all And even when the metropolis came to call Industry and revolution marked the land around but left the place alone, solid andContinue reading “Consolers of the Past”

An Odd Dream – Part One

‘The soul of art is inspiration’ ~ Ginia A. Davis Let’s take a line from Edgar Allan Poe’s, ‘The Raven‘ ‘Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary’ An Odd Dream ~ Part One When one night the sky grew dark, I was sat in the local park, brushing up on newsContinue reading “An Odd Dream – Part One”