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Very happy to be posting my last week of offerings in respect of NaPoWriMo 2017; it has been a pleasure sharing and of course an even greater pleasure reading all the very inspirational poems from my fellow poets. It has been a great event once again 🙂

 

April 24th

Secrets lost in time
Standing steadfast on the shores
Hidden in plain sight

No name on this cross
History and truth erased
Knowledge in silence…

 

April 25th

Tales written in stone
Stories inscribed within trees
Encoded in time

 

April 26th

Dancing in the green of the land

And revelling in the seduction of one’s senses

As the fecundity of being becomes an intimacy

Transcending physical space

Relishing life’s purpose laid bare

Upon the tracing board of time

Knowing our geometry was duly mapped by

A greater architect

Accepting what is

Allowing the weave of design and destiny

To track its eager fingers upon our hearts

Over every contour of its pre-planned route

Let life come as a secret lover upon the stairs

Allow each creak and hesitation

To heighten all senses

Dance in the delight of the becoming

Tread not lightly when the flowing sands of time

Shatter into a myriad of broken shards

Reflecting perceptions of identity

That sparkle in the dawn

Dance in life’s ecstasy with all of your being

And care not when the clock strikes midnight

For in the intimacy of your becoming

You will at last let go

 

April 27th

By the great sun’s wheel

We are mapped from birth to death

Yet what lies beyond?


April 28th

Colour’s spectrum reigns

Under the great rainbow arch

Love and Light are we

 

April 29th

Inspired by a waymarker in a churchyard upon Exmoor; a place that has so many tales to tell…

A solitary waymarker stands tall upon the ground
A tick upon the land.
No blood
No sign of any struggle
Not now.
A body long ago hunted down and burned
Ashes scattered to the winds
On a wild and desolate moor.
Not for the likes of her
The serenity of a consecrated graveyard.
Not for the likes of her
The dignity of remembrance.
Not for the likes of her
A beautiful epitaph carved in stone.
All she did was fall in love.
Surrender her heart and soul
To one who loved her back.
All she did was fall in love.
To love wildly with all her heart.
All she did was fall in love
With the passion of all her being.
All she did was fall in love
With an immortal.
All she did was
Allow him to love her back
And kiss him on that dark and stormy night
In that desolate graveyard
Way up there upon the moors.
All she did was allow the boundaries of her humanity
To stretch henceforth into eternity.
It was all she did
She fell in love…..

Some nights when wandering up there on the moors
One can almost catch the movement of shadows
Out of the corner of one’s eyes.
One can almost imagine in the darkness
The waymarker with the sturdy gorse bush still growing at its foot
On the otherwise patch of dry lifeless earth
Where nothing else will grow.
And if one was to imagine
Sinking down upon one’s hands and knees
Under the waymarker
Up there on the moors.
And imaging scraping away at the parched black earth where nothing lives.
One could almost imagine
Almost
Uncovering an old and crumbling piece of wood
Tossed away in haste
A trusting heart pierced.
One could almost imagine
Almost
Whilst up there on the moors….

 

April 30th

Limelight’s tricks and twists

A demon in jester’s robes

Life takes a dark bow…

 

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NapPoWriMo 2017

“The Keeper of Scrolls”

Knight and damsel

 

The first thing one needs to establish is to proceed with caution;

If one does not have a ‘calling’ for this darkest of all Arts

Then one is best to leave well alone.

Do not be fooled by the likes of Twilight or The Vampire Diaries etc,

For there is nothing sexy about this ancient Art.

For it is a basic need and want and cannot easily be controlled

By those unlearned of our ways.

Do not seek a quick thrill in the vampire worlds

But seek life, seek renewal, seek to live and seek to evolve,

Above all seek a teacher, seek a guide, even a sire,

Yet fear not, tread with wariness and caution and everything you desire will come before you when the time is right

Don’t be surprised if we, the old ones seek you out first,

For we know your very thoughts and your innermost feelings; we have known you since the hour of your birth

And we may find you before you find us.

If we invite you in, then graciously accept all that we offer you

For not everyone is offered a door, not everyone is bidden a welcome, a way into our forbidden worlds.

Once accepted in, you are well on your way to learn the ways of the blood.

Forget about the glamour, the mythology or everything you have ever known about our ways

For we have been upon this earthly plain for aeons of time

Yet have always remained hidden within the worlds of men.

Once within our domain you will be invited to partake of the chalice of immortality;

Drink deep and well my friends, savour the red ruby wine of immortality,

Yet do not forget that the chalice; the vessel you lovingly grasp, may be of human form.

Learn not to give in to squeamish thoughts, although one usually finds that at the moment of the rising blood lust this is never a problem.

Once proficient in the basics you will be ready to begin your adventure within the world of humans.

Do not fear for them or be sorry for them; for them it will always be a great honour to be chosen as a life enhancer,

Hence they enter the night time of our desires willingly and with acceptance.

Quest to find your own life enhancer, bond with them and embrace their beautiful gift as often as you need to;

The more you are able to feed; to nourish yourself, the stronger you will become.

Never take the gift of pure energy for granted, drink wisely and learn to cherish and savour every drop of the sacred life force.

Over time you will begin to transcend your human form;

You will be of yourself but so much more so; more advanced and enhanced.

All abilities will become honed to perfection as you embrace our ways;

Your eyes will surely shine with an inner fire and your skin will glow with an ageless radiance.

But think well my friends before you come knocking on our doors;

Our ways are not for the faint hearted,

Or for those kin of humanity.

We have our own ways,

Our own kin,

Our own rules,

Our own houses.

The clans do not take easily to the falsity of outsiders

But once the doors are open and you are proven to be one of the true kin

Then rest assured my friends

You will never ever want again.

Here endeth the first lesson

On becoming Vampire…

 

Vampire Rose

Winter 2016

Keeper of Scrolls

Reflections….

 

It wasn’t the shadows in the woods that haunted me most

It was the ones in your eyes

It wasn’t the wind screeching through the bare boughs that bought me deathly chills

It was your terrified scream

It wasn’t the track through the forest frantically leading nowhere

It was your footsteps running… running…

It wasn’t the lake still and beautiful on that moonless night

It was your body; still beautiful in the water

It wasn’t the single red bloom that fluttered silently out of nowhere to rest upon your breast

It was the single drop of red blood

It wasn’t my hands loving and tender

It was the white of my knuckles grasping the bloodied knife…

 

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November 2016

Photography – me

Keeper of Scrolls

A Friday night eve

An abandoned airfield

Silence and stillness

Mysterious lights

Hovered

Followed

Lost souls

Coincidental figures

Speak of the way

Guides

Listen

Hedges and fences

Living quarters

Crumbling

Darkness

Hot and cold

A figure

Running

Spirits roam

Lost airmans souls

Seeking home

Truth

Corridoors

Dark doorways

Graffitied walls

Stairway shadows

Shiver

Memories of the past

Entwined in the present

Never forgotton

Psychic graffiti

Death

Whispering steps

Never alone

Senses alive

A kerbside encounter

Spirit tracks

Eternity lingers into darkness

Lost souls

Unbound

Through the veil

We will see

All that we are meant to see….

Through the veil

We will see

That of which is meant to be….

Through the veil

We will see

Into the deep, dark sea eternally….

 

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Oct 2016

Dark Moon Rising

There’s a dark moon on the rise tonight,

Sweet fear scents the air.

In blackest skies, from other worlds

A shadow casts its cloak.

A tale once played in ancient times

On this day will be told.

A Harvest sown so long ago

Stands ripened in the Sun.

What was sown will now be reaped,

‘Tis the blood of every Lamb.

There’s blood and fear upon our lips

And dread in every soul.

We feed the Ones who take and break

Our Oaths put to the test.

Our souls they steal within no bounds

To spill our Dark Blood on the ground.

Silently in darkest night

In masks known just to them,

Their rightful prize, their precious gold

Will not escape again.

As Dark descends and chaos reigns

The writings yet unfold.

We fall before the ones who map

The fate of every man.

Seize the fear and taste the Blood.

Be counted good and true.

Stay or go – tis up to you;

It is the final test.

As curtains fall upon this world

The tale is finally told.

But those who rid their earthly ties

Will see the Light shine through.

In deepest, darkest, deathly night

We start our life anew.

 

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2007

 

My heart screams

Takes flight

I turn around somehow not quite missing the beat.

I run and run through the forest of my forgotten dreams

Only I have forgotten.

Forgotten you

And how you tasted

How you looked

And how you felt.

The trees here are tall and dark and barren

Yet they live like my heart

Fed on remorse and regret.

How many life times ago was it that I loved you?

How many hearts have beaten and ceased since those days?

How many mortals have lived and died in this realm with out actually living?

I am still running

Just ahead of times tick, tick, ticking.

Running always

For fear of standing still and remembering.

Constantly running in and out of ink-black shadows

Never stopping.

Running in forests where the screeches of startled ravens dissipate upon the winds.

Skin torn

Skin shed

Pain desired

Remembering.

Remembering I loved you

And the taste of ruby kisses so sweet and seductive.

Drip-fed by time’s unceasing march

I dissolve into the pools of my own sadness.

Keep running

Keep hiding

Seek shadows.

Slide into the oblivion of the unknowing

Where ravens cries are the only sounds that leave my lips

And the black blood of night

Is the only truth.

What is known can be unknown

Memories can be reversed

Just like time.

Go back

Back

Way beyond knowing

Way beyond unknowing

To a time of just being

To a time when the earth stood still

And all there was, was the Word

The truth

The all

The Love

The Blood

And You

 

 

 2016

Always of the blood…

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