Shouldn't poetry be so visceral, it strikes so deep and reaches the soul?
A catalogue of supernatural monologues whispered in the darkness.
Am I just a conduit from The Great In-Between?
As Goddess Aphrodite
With her dark sympathetic eyes watching and
Emitting a supernatural hypnotic aroma
Of almonds
In her fast-flowing white silk gown
Standing on the ominous
Invisible broken banks of שְׁאוֹל
Unspoken grounds of an
Unseen Sheol
She whispers......
Welcome to a collection of stimulating otherworldly prose
Summoned from the shimmering half places where no one really visits or goes in
The Great In-Between
Gathered in the Years of Everlasting Change to Modern Society
Known as the Covid Years starting in the year of our Lord
2020 to the 14th of April 2021
A gathering of light and dark delicious supernatural prose
To indulge an inquisitive mind on any lonely rainy day
Wherever they are as in this deceptively deep life
They still run
Read on
Knowing they who watch standing silently behind me
Just hiding in these flickering shadowy spaces are also within you in that very room
For you’ve unknowingly summoned them all by reading all these opening lines
Conjured from the many dark halls from the Dark Castle of Apollos Keep
We advance as one and it's so glad to finally meet you
Shall we begin with tales of light and dark emotional overtures
Linked to morality and sin and whatever else they've seen
Which echo from here to eternity within these alabaster grey walls
Now say after me
Immediately
So Mote It Be!
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
No comments:
Post a Comment