Through a Mirror Darkly by Hussygirlfreak, literature
Literature
Through a Mirror Darkly
How savage the mad, little yellow moon
To my soft eyes appears
And what imploring tears
Could compel a Bedlam beggar’s boon
From its eerie rage?
Even in its golden cage
It terrifies with filthy hands and croons
Reaching between bars
To tear the wings from stars
(‘Tis hardly a surprise that after dark
The inmate laughs the grave-dog’s bark).
with this tear, I thee shed by Hussygirlfreak, literature
Literature
with this tear, I thee shed
She wound the music box,
closed her eyes.
and its silver jam trickled
into her grief-rusted lungs
murmuring:
'Remember it like a fairytale'
Ah yes.
A dragon ate him inside out
instead of cancer.
Does Simplicity Need a Name? by Hussygirlfreak, literature
Literature
Does Simplicity Need a Name?
Nothing but the pitter-patter
Of rain on lily pads, those,
Great, green oval flat-fish
With a little pink nosegay
Floating in ponds less blue
Than summer-grey ripples.
I wish I had a flute
To blow something into
The dazed, delicious air.
Frogs burble, half-dozing
Their yellow wet-suits gleam.
There is something virginal
About this grass-limbed
Hollow with leaf-fringed
Dewy eyes. Here and there
Linnets melt the sun with
Clear and glassy voices.
The rain ceases climbing
Wet rungs of a coloured bow.
Somewhere up there beyond
The dome of relaxed green
There is blue as bright
And scorching as naked flame.
I will hate it when spring
And summer
Blues Singer in a Dingy Pub by Hussygirlfreak, literature
Literature
Blues Singer in a Dingy Pub
Beneath the rain and burnt-black door
Golden letters rim the entrance to the bar
Bronze flickers within, glints on the scars
Across the windows, carved by the rain
And the curved rows of saxophones inside
Humming voices deep as velvet clouds
Drenched in honey and angel tears
Mourning what we cannot understand
Unfurl wings of gossamer and flit like amber
Shadows of whiskey, shadows of brandy
Shadows of a woman on a hardboiled stool
A christmas candy in her hair, furs across
Slender shoulders, evening dress a glimmer
Of violet pinned with pearls, emeralds
Frozen absinthe crying from her ears
She parts lips so blue that all colors
Collide agai
I never think about the silence anymore by Hussygirlfreak, literature
Literature
I never think about the silence anymore
I wake in my glade of flowers
And weave them in my hair
Purpline, sunsets of ophar
Bleeding the early hours
Wake the bird to prayer
From green and creeping bowers
I never pause to wonder
At the starkness of the quiet
Or the fates of those that pry it
And are lost to thunder
Without murmur or violet
Fleeces to herald their founder.
The scents of nectar, dew
Tangle me in unknowing delight
Jasmine of the day and night
Foams my slumber anew
Frothy over marble white
Dark-eyed with summer's blue
I speak in thoughts; they reply
To me in kind, to me alone
I graze my elbows on the stone
That blankets this one's lie
Moss-ridden like a ruined throne
The making of a blizzard (Loki's fall) by Hussygirlfreak, literature
Literature
The making of a blizzard (Loki's fall)
The air is cold to touch
Like the burn of frost
Before a teething blizzard
Ice as eerie and green as Death
Stretches bony fingers
From window sils
And the snapping kiss of silver
That electrifies the sky
With chill'd clarity beyond words
Is so dry and cynical
That your tears shrivel
Back into your eyes to freeze
Your bloodstream clot by clot
Mocking your broken world
With whispers of suns as pale
As diamonds, starbursting across
The ancient horizon to blind
Cruel eyes into emerald crescents
Fey as the poisons kings inhale
From crystalline goblets studded
With amethysts and the taste of ozone
(After the dark purple temper
Of charcoal'd thunder