Wednesday, March 13, 2019

Poem: 'Gothic Victorian' by Kay Irvin

'Gothic Victorian'
By Kay Irvin

Flames are on the leaves
The waters are still
Wistful presence grieves
Riddle charms surreal
Can you feel, can you feel?
There is calm before the storm
Something dies, something is born
And thunder lives
(she is)
Hazel eyes know pain
They look into you
Lightning splits the rain
And she reaches through
Believe ... do you, do you?
Nightmares chill the bone
And there's no way out
You are not alone
She's heart of the house
Do you doubt, do you doubt?
Climb up to the thirteenth stair
And she will be waiting there
She knows you are so weary
Her soft touch may seem eerie
She knows you can understand
Love is the take of her hand
And she is strangely comforting
(she is)
Dark hair, deep stare and black lace
Dark soul offering embrace
And she is strangely comforting
(she is)
The piano plays tonight
Chime tolls long, time come alight
Thirteen candles burning bright
And thunder lives
(she is)
Gothic Victorian
Sweet flesh of porcelain
(she is, she is)

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