. Poetry from The Great In-Between: Dreams of Idh-yaa

Monday, March 14, 2022

Dreams of Idh-yaa

Part 2 of Channeling H.P. Lovecraft.

Channeling H.P. Lovecraft.

Dreams of Idh-yaa 

(A lone voice whispers)

Her hypnotic ruby eyes 

When she appeared, knocking softly on my front door

Wore me out instantaneously with revolving shadows

Blooming with mystical colours of deep dreams

Echos of an unexplored multiverse 

A place where unfulfilled desires and cravings linked to lust

Could be so easily dissolved and resolved

They whispered of archaic realms

Revolving around humanity 

Like old satellites unseen 

Twinkling with sparkling obsidian dust infused with a fervent red shimmer 

Of something transmigrational

Something so mysterious and sensuous 

That when she suddenly willed it to appear 

You could sense it would be utterly insatiable 

Her smile carried a hidden memorandum and invitation 

That was inescapable 

For with one look 
You knew her courage was unshakable 

She appeared to me like a ghost in the night

Offered me a sharp drink 
To sink before our libidos began to fight

Her real name is still truly a mystery to me 

As I wait impatiently by the fireplace 

At The Shadow and Key 
For her return 

But when I pause and reflect 

Will I ever learn
And like so many before me? 

Will I come to eventually understand?

That she's just one of the many saboteurs 

Sent by the hidden Masters at Arms 

Like wild-eyed birds as this world turns 

To seduce and collect

Or am I just another blind fool 

Chasing after love 
As the world stands at one minute to midnight

Before everything goes nuclear and everyone burns 

As submerged Gods dream 

While their dystopian plans take effect


Copyright John Duffy

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