Poetry Anthology
By Saffron Headech
Deafen Me God.
If I was to never hear again
and to be deaf to every sound,
I would forget what I have said about God
and beg with my knees on the ground.
I would ask him with a bleeding heart,
to take every noise I’ve ever heard,
the sound of rain against cool glass,
wind whooshing off the wings of a bird.
Strip every sound from me,
and plunge me into an abyss,
but God, let me hear his laughter,
for that’s the only music that I miss.
Muse.
Let me be your muse and I will patiently sit like a rose in a crystal vase for you to name ‘perfect’ when you see fit.
Or at least, I will try.
Write of me in a dream for over reality, dreams I choose write of me as though I was beautiful let me be your muse.
Reply to 71.
I hear the sullen bell echo in the night, echoes of your life as they dance up the street, reminds me that your soul took flight and only when I die our souls will meet.
You tell me not to mourn your death to no longer woe at thoughts of you, but when you breathed your last breath, I knew I may as well have died too.
O, if you say let my life with your love decay, let the world mock my death too, and knowing that you lay in clay, my love and life be buried with you.
Lest me follow the sullen bells to you for without you by my side, life I cannot see through.
The Trees.
Around me they sigh and moan and creek, words in whispers where sunlight and shadows meet. Where golden ribbons of light fade to the ground, and skeletons of leaves dance to their death all around. Branches like gnarled fingers reached out, reaching for flesh, for skin, in desperation no doubt. They sneer and howl and scratch me as I run, as I run from the shadows and into the sun.
From these shadows I cannot hide.
Empty and hollow but still filled with pain, stopped me in my tracks to laugh in vain. Twisting and winding the path lay ahead, But are there more trees on this path I dread? Is there more pain, more voices in my head?
Above a cage of bones trap me,
in this abyss from which I cannot get free.
For each turn another old hand will grope,
for some kind of happiness or some kind of hope.
But in the sun your love does lie, I wonder when it will save me from this forest, why will you not save me, I wonder, why?
Moonlight Love.
Moonlight like ribbons stream down, down onto your skin as though in a dream. Movements slow and steady as soft hands run through your hair as sleep is done. As the stars look down on me, I look upon you and I know young naivety my eyes can see through. Love is not the nirvana promised in movies you see Instead it is butterflies with razor wings wanting to be free they slice their way into your chest and sit and stab into your breast.
But this is true and honest love
when that person you know you’d put above.
It is blue ocean eyes, yet tears of fear
feelings of loneliness when they are not near.
It is safe arms around my neck so softly,
could suffocate me if they wanted, but still so godly.
Because you are the light, yet the darkness too,
Because I am Pain when I am not with you.
Here the milky light laps your face and I lay my hand on your cheek it fits in perfect place, Behind closed eyes I wonder what you dream, as I’m living mine laying under this moonlight beam.
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