I an Not his Muse
I’m not his muse, and I can never be.
No time, circumstance or chance will let me.
After all he gives and gets, loves, regrets,
he remains my teacher and I, the taker.
He is anarchist and challenging creator,
who advocates the belief I have no need
to be seen and posed as a...
Sunday 20th November 2016 9:34 pm
From poetical parody to being me...
Time is rolling on and just to let those who read and comment on my poetry know that I am moving away from my alter ego Katypoetess to using my own name....it will be a gradual move and hopefully a positive one as I need to do this to be taken seriously as a poet. ?
More poetry to follow soon....
Katy
Thursday 17th November 2016 9:31 pm
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
Forsaken
I search
for your soul
in every passing stranger's face.
Knowing it is too late.
I dreamt
we met again
soothing all the pain between us.
The cruellest of dreams.
I crucify
time through mourning
yet it cannot hold back dawning,
of my emancipation.
© Katypoetess 2016
Sunday 5th June 2016 8:44 pm
La Petite Mort of Creativity
Let me bleed out a moment’s release,
from this contemptible inner peace.
my tears are too clear of midnight ink,
my thoughts are apathetic and indistinct.
I look for omens, cracks in bedroom mirrors,
for owls, magpies - among nests of unfamiliar
I churlishly spread my coquettish legs
seducing any passing stranger’s death.
To be touched - trembled by fi...
Sunday 8th May 2016 7:10 pm
Immortal Soliloquy
They say that the worst kind of grieving
is when the lost antagonist is still alive,
whether sudden as a spring swallow’s dive
or a slow wintered bewilderment in the leaving.
Buried, burnt or butchered cruelly out of heart
that did endure with vexation and veneration,
fear of being alone or guilt of being causation
of their final yield to the wind that blows love apart.
...
Sunday 1st May 2016 5:19 pm
Clouds of Loss
If I had
one wish
then it
would not be
for a kiss,
but to look
into the storm
of your eyes again,
and listen.
Katypoetess 2016
Wednesday 20th April 2016 9:22 pm
Cacophany in the Second City
I amble amongst the snake trail
of crowds and loud streets
of consumer rights and political fights.
Then he came and asked me
whether I had any faith at all
and I shook my head in a lie
while he thrust a pamphlet
of salvation into my hands.
And he said "Are you religious
as I am not and never was because
it binds you too tight but do try
as you might to turn to God my love...
Sunday 10th April 2016 9:50 pm
Preaching
Acquire my peace within yourselves
She is nobody’s disciple,
a dither of image and noise,
amongst everybody’s daily causality.
No crowds will gather,
as she looks into the eyes,
that lie tied, and tired in front of her.
She is every colour
of skin, every age, every weather,
every obedience and whim, with no morality.
Dwelling in a magdala
of imm...
Sunday 20th March 2016 6:19 pm
The Silencer
She whispers an aberration,
with mouth of soot stained metal.
Pointing out deluded self-doubt,
muzzling lies with targeted fire.
Seizing breath without sound,
at least four Turks and a Russian
With little or no repercussion.
Synapsed heart from sharp to steel.
Drinking shots after taking shots,
murdering time as it flies fast home,
past window of his decamped rea...
Sunday 14th February 2016 4:28 pm
Las Vegas
Violation and depravity,
within isolation of this valley,
an extravagant medicine to take.
We pace the boulevard,
with no moral compass, neither
north or south in strip-sleazed haze.
Rolling violent dice
of drunken incomprehension,
morning sirens sing out my sin.
but the more I kneel before you,
the more you raise me to my feet.
What happens with us, st...
Sunday 7th February 2016 8:54 pm
The Temptation of St Anthony II
From Emperor to Vampire, then a journey to resting place of amoral monk.
Dwelling in ruined fort, living in a sin of retired idleness. Momentary desires
to follow the birds south, he spends his days tending a garden of lilies in the desert.
Anthony holds his poetess captive for too long without his hands, she now writhes
naked and tied to column of lost temple. Tresses burnt dark ...
Monday 1st February 2016 5:55 pm
Anthony and Katypatra
I arrive. Quickly turning bedroom from Rome into Alexandria.
Skin up, pop cork to dilute and delight blood with Bollinger.
Determined to mix up a confidence to conquer, my
Goddess summoning up a strip tease of your morality.
“The triple pillar of the world transformed into a strumpet’s fool.”*
Coiling concubine - arabesque around your thighs to
nourish exotic fantasy. Arching p...
Sunday 17th January 2016 7:57 pm
Baptism
Drowning.
When love
cuts deep
with grieving,
one immersion
bleeds into
the next.
If she gave
herself
in forgiveness –
would her shadow
follow her?
She unconsciously
weaves threads
of the past
summoning shroud
of the future.
Touched twice
in the laver
submerged in her
saviour’s perdition.
Condemned to
cold is...
Sunday 10th January 2016 9:50 pm
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