She had a body as a fairy and lived there for all her life….
Surround by trees…. Trees so so dark and tal that she almost could see the sun… So… She is habituated with shadows that compose all her world… And shadows, we know, they are not so simple… they are the pure darkest…. With silent moves, whispers , deep lake … the mist… That terrified her but not anymore….
She deal very good with this sensations and more growing in her chest… Corrupted still… mind and soul…
You only could crave something if you know or if you see… A person… a thing…. And she never desired anything because the wood were inside her … And the wood gave to her all that she needs… since now…
A dangerous eagerness to talk, to touch and be touched intensify inside her…. A fever… A thirst … appeased by her hands… Sometimes hurting herself but satiated ….. She don’t know what bruises is … even why her discolored skin… but only the end of the desire… complete, total….
She starts to create something or someone as a company
… she saw herself in mirrored puddles…
First the feet ~needing to see more~
As she crawl and bend over
Creeping and begin
In my middle please in my middle …
They find her … and gave to her a dress
the first view, the first sight of herself
in a mirror…..
The light, the sun
burning her eyes and niveous skin
nails
drawing a path in a man’s body
taken to the woods
Now… She talks
~he took me to wander into dark night~
i thought…one more effort….
along the way he asked me
thou hast innocent eyes?
in silent walking… the rustle of my petticoats announcing
yes….innocents….
still…leading me to wander into a dark wood
despite all dangerous signs
along the way he asked me
thou hast hidden desires?
in silent i was
yes…hidden desires…
but the treacherous moon arises
suddenly….
catching me in surprise
a glimpse of me appears
bringing light to his blurry eyes….
astonishment and fright
in both hearts….
touching the blue vein with smooth fingers
a delight ~finishing my pain~
drowning an endless thirst
no time for answers still
my fangs, hands, body on him
Muscle stiffness ~deep breath~
…Oh!
let me finish with you quickly
thou need that and i too
~he took me to wander into dark night~
Hmmm, many thoughts, delicate and treacherous. I am going to read it again. So far, I find it revealing, yet, deep. An articulate choices of words. I love the challenge. 🙂
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By the way mm – do you live in that orange castle with very tall trees?
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Hello
When a child I lived in a place like this … I thought I had forgotten but returned my memory …. The dark place
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The orange castle … oh no…. It has my name but never lived there…. Dream about that sometimes…. 🙂 🙂
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Ohhh, we keep going back as we get older. 🙂
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yes… we have to return to think and revive….some things we never forget….
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YOu are very gentle…. Thanks for that…. 🙂 🙂
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magic! Gruß Alois
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Thank you… 🙂 🙂
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I think you out did yourself, love it.. . 😉
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Mirna is thy name! Poetheart is thy soul and spirit!-Misha Allport-Fortaleza, Brasil
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Beautiful poem and I love the introductory words as well dear Mirna ⭐
Awesome… Very captivating!, happy weekend ahead to you. Aquileana 😀
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Hello … Thank you.,, I think i am reading Greek Literature too much and lose my imagination 🙂 🙂
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Reblogged this on Wade Lancaster.
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Mirna is a lovely name, but I love the name Poetess. It fits you well. This is the opening of a novel? I like your writing style. You write very well, and more importantly, you describe well. You have won me over.
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Hello! No it is not a novel but I felt the need to write more about her …. Hence the introduction…
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OK. It is very nice. The photo was perfect for this work. So, the other stories are following the same character?
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The only tale that i have is Baby Fish River…. I wrote it for a contest….But is short too.. Just 3 chapters…. 🙂 🙂
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Ok. Have you ever thought about writing a book?
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No…. I think poetry it good to me…I could not know how to do it…. Need too much focus on… 🙂 🙂
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Ok I understand. Novel writing is a long process. You don’t need that cause your poetry is so beautiful.
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Thank you…:) 🙂
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I think poetry is more intuitive …. And I’m very intuitive … So we love each other… And i like to think in great poets talking with me and giving to me hints, words and themes and rhymes. 🙂 🙂
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It is. You poetry is wonderful. So, keep doing that since it gives you so much pleasure. I am so happy to meet you. I will be happy to follow your blog.
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I liked your poetry too…. Clever, sarcastic…. I really loved it….
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Thank you. You are too sweet. It is nothing like yours.
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🙂 🙂
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You know something nothing give me pleasure as read a good romance, poetry or write…. I am happy in that way… I think it is the only thing in world that is my….. 🙂 🙂
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That is good, You know what you like. And you are very good at it, too.
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🙂 🙂
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I am inattentive!!!!
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I talk with Robert Frost, Walt Whitman, Garcia Lorca, Really….
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