Summer’s blistering heat
Ravages a mind that is much more
At one with ice
(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved
Summer’s blistering heat
Ravages a mind that is much more
At one with ice
(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved
My forest wakes and breathes at night
A simple cup and knife-blade bright
Beside a stream where waters race
As though a passion causes fright
This beast I know but not his face
His anger stilled by one embrace
A smile, a word, I know he’s there
But then he’s gone without a trace
A ruined church beyond repair
The beast awaits my pleasure there
My love has died for lust I know
And misery for all I care
A valley opens here below
Where flowers and the wild things grow
But where this leads I do not know
And where it leads I do not know
(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved
Spreadeagled on the altar
I wait
‘Are you a Raven?’ she asked
I do not know, I do not know
And does it matter?
‘It might’ she replied
A Psychopomp
Weaving its way to the underneath
Coiled within
waiting for the moment to expand
I see Archangels fall from the sky
in a fury of fire and wings
Much like you
What Leviathan sleeps
in the depths of this ocean
Poised to awaken
drunk with the ecstasy
Remembering me?
Who shall I recall?
Cool cheek against the stone
Just the face I knew before I was born
The fealty to which I am eternally sworn
Just you.
(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved
Hi, I’m new at the blogging business and so this site is under construction right now. When I think it looks about right I’ll start to publish more openly, so if you are interested in the works of a casual writer please come back a bit later and join me.
Cheers Helen V.