Shadows of Magdalene (Remove filter)
The Transformation
Solitude
I remain free
my own lost saviour
a follower of no-one
sorcering a new novena.
Awakening
I still storms
in steadfast spirit
a respectable sinner
proclaiming the illicit.
Doubt
I demure uncertain
face reveals and veils
heart throes stone to flesh
keeping close my seven devils.
Fortitude
I am graced
with all v...
Sunday 18th September 2016 9:14 pm
Storm of Silence
As the indecorous breeze does billow
ebb and flow of his dreams,
swelling a deep desire
for her to return
within each tide
of hesitation.
As the unconscious ark of salvation,
sinks slow beneath his sleep,
drowning a deep desire
for her to return
he lies laconic
of malediction.
© Katypoetess 2016
Sunday 11th September 2016 12:44 pm
Fortitude
I am graced
with all virtues from history
my archetype immortalised
amidst this scripture of mystery.
© Katypoetess 2016
Sunday 21st August 2016 1:40 pm
Doubt
I demure uncertain
face reveals and veils
heart throes stone to flesh
keeping close my seven devils.
© Katypoetess 2016
Sunday 14th August 2016 8:31 pm
Awakening
I still storms
in steadfast spirit
a respectable sinner
proclaiming the illicit.
© Katypoetess 2016
Sunday 7th August 2016 8:27 pm
Solitude
I remain free
my own lost saviour
a follower of no-one
sorcering a new novena.
© Katypoetess 2016
Sunday 31st July 2016 2:33 pm
Resurrection
His unravelling - of sacred shroud.
The suffocation of
her melancholic madness
by cloth of self-belief
blesses a new beginning.
The emancipation from
Poetess to temple Papess
his ruin miraculously raised
to unrepentant penitent.
The revealing complete
unveils fervent holiness,
his new bride of a Christ
in divine ambiguity.
His lost gospel ...
Sunday 17th July 2016 4:59 pm
Tryst
Cuffed and collar’d – not entirely wedded n’ bound
Retaining strength with freedom recently found
In gallant splendour of posies he dutifully bade
She became his princess, and nonchalant maid
She washed away his tears with sweat of sin
An’ hell coloured hair that whipp’d his skin
Oh scornful mistress! How can you chide and glow?
Because, she smiled, that’s the way troubadour g...
Sunday 14th December 2014 7:10 pm
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