Heaving ambience of portent extending,
Beyond darkened horizon, distant doom,
Sorrow's bequest, aphotic as moonless night sky,
Smiles wither and die.
Walking paths that vampyric crows fear to tread,
Relinquish dreams to shards of love's destruction,
In morose monasteries where oracles have bled,
Prodigies vision.
Kiss flames of dormant betoken's passion pyre,
Feed pain from ravenous nightmares infusion,
Cordial moments in demonic domains,
Prophesized intent.
Incubic devotions echo tempest's screams,
Wander among crystal-gazed valleys of blood,
Veiled passages surrender to deviance,
Where sorcerers sleep.
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Creepy
It takes all kinds to make a world.
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I write dark fiction sometimes it escapes the stories into poetry.
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We do not see many Sapphic stanzas, and it is fun to see this departure from the simplicity of meters most commonly heard in modern poetry.
The form lends itself well to the subject. I have a sense of walking these dark enchanted paths, my strides brought short at intervals as though to pause with startled wonder, "What was that!?"
Your words impart a frisson as we shiver in response to your images, delighted to read the narrative, happy we do so in a lighter place.
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Now this is a bit twilight zonish you mentioning sapphic stanzas my friend.
Many thanks for your kind comment and probably one of the few Sapphics MB hasn't read. -
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If MB is not Sappho re-born, she does at least channel the ancient lady's spirit!
I have been trying to write a Sapphic stanza for a few months now. This just encourages me to continue the effort! -
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MB taught me to use her loose Sapphic to explore my ideas (not always a good thing possibly) but I can honestly say it's made me free up the knot that strict form and meter had got me in now I just have to get my mind round the Marshalline sonnet --- lmao
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a wonderful poem so dark and
thank you for sharing
maralisa
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