As it’s February we thought we’d go a bit old school this month and make the theme ‘sonnets’ in time for Valentine’s day. The theme is used in the loosest sense of the word with our poems either using the common form of the sonnet and others the focus of love.
Oh the moon is a wolf tonight,
she prowls disconsolate skies
and carves a bloody light
across knuckles slips between the sheets to claw at your eyes,
whilst stars caress scarred skin, their kindred. Missing
molecules softly stolen. Now absence an imprint
where a body once lay, an instrument of celestial ringing
that reverberates through your skull. A hint
of lunar left behind.
Waxing and waning, each breath
becomes light years. Your body misaligned, must orbit the mind.
Flung into the cosmos, this composition by death.
Until exhausted by immensity, cradled in the arms of the atmosphere,
you’ll burn out, dissipate. The moon shall gather each radiant tear.
Anthem for Bloomed Youth
I used to be the child who would
hide, teary-eyed from the fairground rides
that made her feel something.
I used to fire lasers from my irises
and spit venom from saturnine lips,
stifling an acrid tongue and boa-bite
that swelled from tortured youth.
I used to sentence myself to life behind the
bolstered blinds of my bedroom; a quarantine
for festering thoughts where the sun neither
rose nor set and my mind ate itself alive.
I used to think I had an inclination towards isolation,
but with your skin, soft and familiar like worn-
leather, pressed against mine, I found a peace
my restless mind could never provide.
I look to you, my muse, you stand
On two tall feet, before my eyes
Such radiance I see: radiance grand
It’s you, I’ll hold you when you cry…
Here I go, unbuckling the chain,
That wraps around a shrivelled heart
Enrapturing round my injured brain
Where you did leave that transfixed mark
On me. Break free break free I now desire
Can I not move, and not sustain
My strength to love, all you, my liar
My one my only wish: obtain
Your imperfections – good for me
Let you see it, and make you believe.
I am the girl with a heart full of rain
And you are willing to drown in it.
And maybe that is why the biggest storms
Are named after people.
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