If on a winter’s night a traveler knocks upon your door
don’t open,
whoever walks this late among the shadows
is spectre,
is ghost, a headless apparition
someone who is no more than a distortion of light
among creatures
at midnight in the garden of good and evil.
Can you hear the wood crackling when it burns?
Perhaps
it’s tortured by the song of witches,
a lullaby
for the newborn emerald snakes,
above the moon is battered,
its cries which flow from a crevice of lips similar to demons
lurking in the mossy glen,
I can’t describe the unbearable lightness of being
without addressing promiscuity,
I can hear an incubus frantically pacing outside the window
his lust
a nostalgic craving of rose sangria in Paris,
I dare not part the curtains
lest his eyes take in the shape of my collarbone soft
and subtle in the semi-darkness
now the dying flowers have blinded the clouds
once more
before dropping the act, before delivering the last omen
tell me,
would you still like me to open the door?
Photo credits: Jolygram
The book titles which I have chosen are in italics ❤️
Posted for Poems in April @ Real Toads
Very cool! Sets a nice, eerie tone.
Thank you so much, Real Cie 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
I dare not part the curtains
lest his eyes take in the shape of my collarbone soft
and subtle in the semi-darkness
This gave me a cold shiver. Such a great narrative which shows the darker side of passion.
Thank you so much, Kerry 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
I love the gothic eeriness of this poem, Sanaa, which gave me a chilly thrill. I particularly enjoyed the lines:
‘someone who is no more than a distortion of light
among creatures’
and
‘Can you hear the wood crackling when it burns?
Perhaps
it’s tortured by the song of witches’.
Thank you so much, Kim 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
The night is dark and full of terrors indeed. Looks like a good idea to stay indoors with the door firmly locked.
Definitely 😀 thanks for stopping by, Rommy ❤️
Sanaa, I love this one so much. The beginning, especially, reminds me of a ” How to Survive in a Fairy Tale”, a story by Neil Gaiman.
I enjoy the descriptions, the warning, the tone, the questions… I love that it reads like the marriage between a Gothic tale, a fairy tale, and a dark romance that knows just how dangerous love can be.
Thank you so much, Magaly 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
(and thank you for the lovely prompt) 🌹
No no, don’t open the door!
Fabulous write, Sanaa.
Thank you so much, Rosemary 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
Oh, goosebumps running up my arms. Beware the lustful creatures of the night! Wonderful 🙂
Thank you so much, Ellecee 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
You evoke the terror so well here Sanaa. Wonderful write!
Thank you so much, Linda 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
Oh, dark passion beautifully crafted through poetry. This is one of my favorites!!
Thank you so much, Susie 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
Open the door and invite him in. Indulge yourself in dark passion.
Definitely 🙂 thanks for stopping by, Toni ❤️
Spooky, and beautiful. I love how you’ve used the titles.
Thank you so much, Helen 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
“I dare not part the curtains”…. this was so well and frighteningly penned!
Thank you so much, Margaret 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
Dark, delicious, and eerie!
Thank you so much, Sara 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️