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Inspired by an ancient waymarker in a silent churchyard way up on Exmoor; a land that has so many tales to tell, if only it could…..

A solitary waymarker stands tall, marking the boundary of the graveyard; a tick upon the land. No blood, no sign of any struggle, not now.

A girl long ago cruelly hunted down and burned, leaving no trace; just ashes, dust scattered to the winds on that wild and desolate moor, where these days only the wind howls to the moon.

Not for the likes of her sweet and loving soul, the serenity of a consecrated graveyard. Not for the likes of her the dignity of remembrance. Not for the likes of her an epitaph carved lovingly in stone; only the winds and rain to wash away all traces.

All she did was to fall in love, to surrender her heart and soul to the one who loved her back.  All she did was fall in love wildly with a passion of her being way beyond her years. All she did was fall in love with a dark and wild immortal with the wind in his hair and the moon in his eyes. All she did was to allow him to love her back.

All she did was to kiss him on that wet and stormy night in that dark, desolate graveyard way up there upon the moors. It was all she did, one kiss, one passionate and rain-soaked kiss.  It was all she did, she fell in love with the immortal with the wind in his hair.

Some nights when wandering up there on the wild moors, one can almost catch the movement of shadows out of the corner of one’s eyes. One can almost hear the rustling of wet leaves and the sound of damp footsteps running frantically through the graveyard.

One can almost imagine in the darkness, the waymarker with the sturdy gorse bush still growing at its foot after all these years, on an otherwise dry patch of lifeless earth where nothing else will ever grow. And if one was to imagine sinking down upon one’s hands and knees under the waymarker, one can almost see the rivulets of blood running forth onto wet saturated garments in the rain; up there on the moors.

And some nights when the moon is round and the air is dry it is not hard to imaging a lonely cloaked figure under the waymarker scraping away at the parched black earth where nothing lives. One could almost imagine a figure with the wind in his hair, uncovering an old and crumbling piece of wood tossed away in haste by those who feared a vengeful god and who had time and guilt on their hands; a simple weapon that had long ago pierced his lover’s trusting heart.

One could almost imagine
Almost
Whilst up there on the moors….

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Adueni ‘Keeper of Scrolls’

May 2016

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”

 Vampiric Haiku

 “Let not the light of day betray the real love that rules the world”

 

When years matter not

And seasons slip by unseen

Then my love I live

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To find another

Of bloodline true and race pure

Tis an old one’s dream

On these shores I dream

Of days gone by and feasts past

And living embraced

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The purest of gifts

Is offered, so drink my love

Two souls bound as one

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On the plane of life

I exist in mortal form

Yearning still for Light

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In dying embers

Whispers of scarlet kisses

Bleed upon the land

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When no shadows cast

And night and day become one

Wait and I shall come

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When shadows of time

Creep through the fields of your mind

You will know my kiss

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Weaving webs of night

My dream becomes your nightmare

Night and day as one

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Freedom i will give

Truths i shall gladly teach thee

Nothing though comes free…

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September 2016

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…

Now happily into week number three of the 2016 National Poetry Writing Month, which is of course April. So just over half way and embracing all that the challenge offers, which includes reading all the many offerings from all the fine poets taking part. The prompts are certainly adding new depth and direction

 

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April 22nd

Poem for Earth Day

Timeless flight

Centuries falling

Lost in space

Times firmament

God forgiven

God feared

Truth obscured

Humanity deferred

Raging wars

Dark and light

Day and night

Cycles of time

Earth’s loop

Of evolution

Man rises

Man falls

Beauty unbound

Never found

Multitude illusions

Barren ground

Lost messages

Time diluted

Prison planet

No escape

Nature driven

Always winning

Mankind rises

Mankind falls

Cycles repeat

False religions

False prophets

False flags

Play along

Can’t go wrong

Four corners

Of delusion

Solid ground

Dreams shattered

Humanity wrecked

So what

Reality checked

Creator’s plan

Surely meant

Take time

Step away

No ego

Thrown away

Light shinning

Truth unbound

Hope shines

Earth endures

Elements surge

Planet power

Starting anew

Still hoping

Mega change

Creators watch

Game playing

Meant to be

Rising tides

Cracking earth

Fracked land

Washed away

Cleansing breath

Purity given

Life leased

Life gifted

Renewed earth

Renewed hope

Renewed humanity

Another chance

Writing wrongs

Finally singing

Evolution’s song

 

 

April 21st

When the pain subsides
And all we have left is music
Who will dance with me?

When the music fades
We’ll dance to our heart’s beat
Will you dance with me?

When our hearts grow old
And the tune is our soul’s beat
I will dance alone in death

 

April 20th

Tough days come and go
Hiding tears for just a while
One more coffee please

April 19th

How to Master the Vampiric Arts

 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 to live and seek to evolve

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

But 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

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 of everything you have ever known about our ways

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

Yet have 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 wine of immortality

Yet do not forget that the chalice; the vessel may be of human form

Learn not to give in to squeamish acts, 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 sup on their beautiful blood 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 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 gleam.

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

 

April 18th

Strick rules, stinging canes
Children seen and never heard
But Jesus loves you….

 

April 17th

England where are you?
Hide not in multi layers
Rise and bloom once more

 

April 16th

I raged at the world
And the world turned scarlet
Blood was on the Rose

 

April 15th

She thought that the girl in the gilded mirror was just a reflection

Who only manifested each time she walked past

Along that old dusty, dark corridor alone.

 

The mirror, crackled by age was halfway along the corridor

Next to the antique occasional table

Dusty with neglect

 

There was a green glass vase on the table

Still displaying red roses long past their best

A few petals had fallen onto the floor

 

She often stopped there in front of the mirror

To stare at those deep green eyes staring back

From a face saddened with times tellings

 

If she stood to one side she could see the roses too

And tried to imagine them how they used to be

She tried that too on the lost face peering back

 

She wished the girl was real and that they could meet

Twin souls; what fun they could have

Sharing each other’s reversed worlds

 

Often a reflection of a painting shone brightly from the mirror

A painting not on the bare wall of her world

The portrait was of her

 

Where does she go to when I am not observing her?

Is it I who make her real?

The girl just looked back

 

One day she noticed the roses on the little table had been replaced

With beautiful fresh fragrant blooms

The blooms in the mirror were still dead

 

A new painting now hung on the wall opposite the mirror

It seemed be of her, yet older

The mirror appeared darkened now with age and grime

 

Taking a hanky from her pocket she began methodically rubbing the mirror

As she rubbed a voice whispered inside her head

Beware mirrors are the dark eyes of every trapped soul

 

But mirrors, as we know, hold dark magic as well as reflections

Old magic not the be messed with; curses

In the darkness she carried on rubbing that old cracked mirror

 

In the right circumstances old energies long dead can be re-awakened

She had wished and wished so hard

Daily into the mirror of curses

 

She had often wondered about the world in the mirror

A world that often seemed more real than her own

She began questioning her own reality

 

She felt trapped, had always felt trapped

With eyes close up to the deadly mirror

She watched her reflection; her living soul as she rubbed

 

The realisation when it came was as swift as a slither of mirror shard to the heart

For she had freed that old dark soul, that trickster who had waited for centuries

Yet her own trapped soul still stared back

 

In magic nothing ever comes for free; payments as we all know are required

The mirror remained dark and lifeless; the previous occupant vanished

And in the unending darkness she gasped in realisation; am I the reflection…….?

 

 

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Cursed by a kiss
From centuries gone.
Touched by the hand of love alone.
Holding the rose
So red and so soft,
Clutching at life so wantonly lost.
So fragile the rose
In the hands of the doomed.

So swift the kiss
Smearing the lips.
Fleeting the words
From the bloodstained tongue.

Adrenalin rush
Humanity shattered
I gave
You took
That’s all that matters.

 

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