Monday 16 January 2017

L’HEURE ENTRE CHIEN ET LOUP (THE WITCHING HOUR)

Leave your window ajar 
dear poet 
Just a crack would do, 
Under cover of 
the shadowy, sinister twilight 
Watch your poetry slither through..... 
Let her sinful, nefarious intent 
warm your sheets 
with her rhyme, 
Let your words flow 
unrestrictedly 
as you lose track of time. 
Let her dusky mystic presence 
flow ripples 
inside of you, 
Let her wicked bubbly laugh 
spur you on 
To pour your passions true. 
Catch her and tickle her spots 
with your stubbly 
day old tunes,
Till her murky, misty stanzas 
align squirmingly 
into your masterpiece that consumes. 
Then as your paean lays sated 
Let her cadence 
wind down to a whisper faint, 
Let her slide out your window 
As ends the Delphian 
witching hour- her constraint. 


MS




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