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Flatlined. Red admiral turned cabbage white.

Our bed, once pale open casket creaks a chrysalis,

a steadfast metamorphosis of our gothic love story.

Set apart by vengeful spouses, hindwings skinned.

Living in separate houses, just over ten miles apart.


Beyond the ending in damask suburban banality

the vampire’s parable of a lover’s return fleets transient

scorning me in and out of hope. Through the lunar phases,

I dwell the darkling in you. We have spoken, silent spell

broken, shaking a glittered halo of guilt right through.


Twilight bride lingers for ebb and flow of recompense.

Each night, floorboards groan memories that edge their way

into our unconscious fights. We fought for years, we fucked

for less.  I love regardless, within blasphemous myth that

beats rhythm that no other will hold my hand the way you did.


Lilith’s owl blinks in face of mewl and hiss, your fallacy of hatred.

Tussling the urge to die, to run; finally through writing I won.

Hibernation for this red admiral abates. Darker colourings

replace, radiate, I thresh my wings audaciously wide.

Tasting the air; I smell your fear now, instead of mine.


© Katypoetess 2013

lovelove poetrylove poem

◄ One Year Apart

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Nigel Astell

Mon 29th Jul 2013 11:09

shaking a glittered halo of guilt
right through your heart inside his
those ten miles apart killing both.

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jane wilcock

Sat 27th Jul 2013 16:51

I like the rhythm of this peace, it sends me thinking forwards.

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Dave Bradley

Sat 27th Jul 2013 14:12

Another very strong poem, Katy. Raw and gutsy. Lilith is a fascinating figure, understood in many different ways. It would be interesting to hear your take on her, although it's fair to ask whether there is more than one Lilith.

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