Bed Of Bones

 

Come sit atop my bed of bones

With crimson hue

And darkened tones

 

Discard your flesh

Come join the rabble

For ecstasy waits

For those who dabble

 

I've cleared a space

Atop my bed

To lay your bones

When you are dead

 

I'll pick them clean

And hold them dear

Just so you know

'Tis only I to fear! 

frightHalloween

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Stephen Atkinson

Sun 11th Oct 2020 17:12

Thank you Shifa for such a wonderful comment! And, as I've said below, interpretation is down to the reader, it can mean different things to different people, or it could mean absolutely nothing! Thanks again

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Shifa Maqba

Sun 11th Oct 2020 15:49

Rich, dark and beautiful. Read the description of your poem on your profile page to assess the divergence between my interpretation and the actual meaning, and I gotta say that you've handled a subject as sensitive as abuse really delicately. Hats off!

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Stephen Atkinson

Sun 11th Oct 2020 15:05

Paul, as always, thanks for the kind & encouraging comment mate. Always appreciated!

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Paul Sayer

Sun 11th Oct 2020 13:08

Stephen your poem works on so many levels my friend, as do several of your musings.

I enjoy the extra insight gained by reading your bio updates.
I stand by my earlier comment regarding your bio mate.

Thank you for keeping us entertained.

Paul.

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Stephen Atkinson

Sat 10th Oct 2020 11:40

Thanks for the comment Keith. There is a deeper meaning to this which I've explained a bit on my profile page. But, as with most poems, different people see different things. That's why poems are fab 😄

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keith jeffries

Sat 10th Oct 2020 08:36

Intriguingly beautiful.

Keith

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