The other side of darkness

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White in the shadows, I see your face
lost amid morose musings that yearn
to slip into the maddening brain.

Loneliness washes over me as waves
yet I dare not whisper nor lower my
gaze. I am tired of echoes and sugar-
coated tales.

Oh how is it that my reflection stared
back at me fiery and full of sedulous
grace, I didn’t know what I was doing
nor what was about to take place.

The night although serene did frown,
as I gestured to trees and swaggering
crows; there’s a shift in the way great
wind blows.

You were mine fresh as a budding rose
with folded arms oh unawakened eyes,
which I sought to devour beneath the
trembling sky.

 

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Shay invites us to write a spooky poem, I chose to play along the theme
of a Doppelganger.

Posted for ‘Fireblossom Friday’ @ Real Toads

and on ‘Open Link Night’ @ dVerse Poets Pub

50 thoughts on “The other side of darkness

  1. Khaya Ronkainen says:

    Beautiful piece, Sanaa. I especially like the following lines,

    Oh how is it that my reflection stared
    back at me fiery and full of sedulous
    grace,

    Often the other side of darkness is perceived to be scary. Brilliant write!

  2. Paul John Dear says:

    A very well penned piece which offers up that insight into how attractive and seductive the ‘other’ side can be.

    • Sanaa says:

      Aww! ❀️ Thank you so much, Shay πŸ˜€ so glad you enjoyed it! ❀️

      (and thank you for the lovely prompt)

  3. Magaly Guerrero says:

    I love it when you let the dark and sensuous out. So many images and feelings, such an exploration… and the magic is wonderful–I can see/feel the wind being bent by the speaker’s will, the spell taking place under a sky made for it.

  4. Bjorn Rudberg says:

    I love it when you write spooky… a doppelgΓ€nger would be like fearing your own shadow i think… (or maybe it is)

  5. Kim M. Russell says:

    There is a listlessness to your poem, Sanaa, as well as darkness in the shadows and the the maddening brain, and in the tiredness of echoes and sugar-coated tales. And the final stanza is so threatening:

    ‘You were mine fresh as a budding rose
    with folded arms oh unawakened eyes,
    which I sought to devour beneath the
    trembling sky’!

  6. alison says:

    It did sound restless, or wistful. My favourite line was “I am tired of echoes and sugar-
    coated tales.”- maybe this is how I am feeling today too.

  7. Truedessa says:

    I think you’ve put a new twist on this one. I really like the following. I can feel the shift in the wind.

    The night although serene did frown,
    as I gestured to trees and swaggering
    crows; there’s a shift in the way great
    wind blows.

  8. Rommy says:

    Really captures the obsessive madness in a darker love affair. For some reason I thought of vampires but I could not decide if the speaker was a vampire driven mad with blood lust or a vampire’s victim, craving the bite even while knowing it will hurt them. Really cool Sanaa!

  9. Just Barry says:

    Is it weird that I didn’t find this spooky? I was more captivated and intrigued than anything… I was drawn into your words as Narcissus was drawn into his own reflection. (That probably says more about me than anything else, but still…)

    White in the shadows, I see your face
    lost amid morose musings that yearn
    to slip into the maddening brain.

    Loneliness washes over me as waves
    yet I dare not whisper nor lower my
    gaze. I am tired of echoes and sugar-
    coated tales.

    Exceptional writing here.

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