Image credit: Amma Cat

Image credit: Amma Cat

I had a sense of you
long before you came through my door
I felt a chill in the early morning breeze
and noted sickness take the ivy
in the eaves around my home
I felt the earth beneath shudder
at footsteps unknown
I knew of you before you came

Are there whispers in the night
which penetrate all goodly sleep
to tell their bitter secrets?
So it may be that I came to sense
a dread and certain prescience
of something wicked on the wind
that bore your stranger’s face?

And since this is so, as sure as I
am breathing now in dread relief
to have you finally from my life
then what price destiny to take
the chance of you when first thoughts came
I think I even knew your name
and yet I let you in

Embracing all the certainties
We go as willing sacrifices
to the pre-determined places
where the paths of enemies must cross
And worst of all are those at first
Who wear a lover’s smile and gaze
while building life’s depravities
from innocence’s deep cavities
and yet I’d lie to say that I
was even yet one whit surprised
when down the rabbit hole your knife
Came whistling in my wake

(c) Helen Valentina 2015 All Rights Reserved

About helenvalentina

Like most people, I have a number of sides to me. The most interesting one probably emerges through my writing, hence this blog. I love to read, and also to write, and so this is a way to share both.
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2 Responses to Prescience

  1. Helen you are the master of menace and foreboding, every time I read your poetry I hold my breath

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