melancholy's steely gray clouds blow in quickly pelt my exposed skin icy sleet leave me clutching my breast with raw, chapped hands in futile effort to protect delicate tissue from thousands of stinging needles called longing for a past I never had future selves I will never be © 2019 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All … Continue reading A Chance of Showers
Demons
Evasion
swimming hard against the current in choppy white surf running barefoot in cold wet sand legs straining aching but afraid to stop to breathe what demons will catch me grasp my shoulders roughly with taloned claws if I risk rest? true danger true threat comes from within not without pangs of melancholy steel gray clouds … Continue reading Evasion
Backside of the Night
haunted hours when my ghosts emerge from the ether waltz in slow rotation through my memory music only they can hear skeletal orchestra backside of the night when my demons come out to play leapfrog through my dreams like rowdy children with fangs with talons Red Rover Red Rover shall we play hide and seek? … Continue reading Backside of the Night
Morning Tanka 3
Dancing in the dark With the demons in my head I lead, they follow Our steps familiar, practiced Shall we waltz, foxtrot , tango? I should have refused Told them my dance card was full But they know me well I always slip willingly Into their poison embrace © 2017 Christine Elizabeth Ray … Continue reading Morning Tanka 3
Night Watch
I am a dweller of deep night hours alert a lonely sentinel in a house of slumbers the very walls seem to breathe slow rhythmic inhalations followed by slower exhalations occasional grumbles creaks as this sanctuary settles its strong bones I am self-appointed shepherd over flock of souls gathered into my keeping cradled gently in … Continue reading Night Watch
One Year Ago Today: Backside of the Night
haunted hours when my ghosts emerge from the ether waltz in slow rotation through my memories music only they can hear played by a skeletal orchestra backside of the night when my demons come out to play leapfrog through my dreams like rowdy children with fangs with talons Red Rover Red Rover shall we play hide … Continue reading One Year Ago Today: Backside of the Night