seaward dusk
a woman
hair spun black
as midnight
a man
handsome
as lost youth
hearts full beside a river
of their own deep mystery
a dirt road runs uphill
a dovecote a ruined mill
the river’s mouth
its crumbled jetty
granite cliffs gullies
swollen water
one kiss on cold crimson lips
black ruin on the horizon
walls
stone-cracked corridors
a spiral stair
sea stacks and seabirds
crying on the wind
wild terrible waves
step by step up winding stones
a window opens to darkness
clouds across dying daylight
Venus falling
love’s fierce dream
the apex of desire
mouths and veins
skin and sinew touching
a whisper a pulse
a river of tears flooding
a fist clenched for passion
nothing will harm you now
nothing can kill you again
he felt her absence
his arms full of shadow
© BH, 2018
Written as a poem submission on a Gothic theme. Now much revised. Hopefully chiseled to an essence.The source was Slains Castle and I had considered 'slains' as the title but I couldn't get it to work. Instead, I opted for 'almost gothic' from the Steely Dan song of that name.
I had to wait and see if this one won any prizes…
…but it didn't. So, eight months later I've released it into the wild. Fly, my beauty, fly!
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