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

Tuesday, August 29, 2023

Dreams of Idh-yaa

 

Part 2 of Channeling H.P. Lovecraft.

(A lone voice whispers)


 Her 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 was truly a mystery to me 


As I wait impatiently by the fireplace 


At The Shadow and The 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 


Or am I just another blind fool 

Looking for love 


As the world stands at one minute to midnight


Before everything goes nuclear and everyone burns 


Copyright John Duffy

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