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 Helen

I'm drawn to blogging as a way to share ideas and consider what makes us who we are. Whether it's in our working life or our creativity, expression is a means to connect.
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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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