Category Archives: poetry

bliss

he haunts my dreams when I least expect him to arrive
though it’s been ages since I laid eyes upon his face
felt his touch
the heat of his graze across my cheek

merely a finger was used to convey such intimacy once
a look corresponding
he secretly smiled under long lashes
just for me

a visit from a life long since passed
our paths no longer cross
yet love remains in dreams where the void is crossed
where doubts and constraints are shed
when cloaks of propriety are no more
and the dance between us is visceral once again

my heart rushes in desire
constricts with an ache in the knowledge
i am awake and he is a ghost once more

c. 2016 Deidre Meyrick

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and… scene

a call comes ’round
midday sun and moonshine dark
the howling
an unanswered bay

nothing left
chalk dust fog for breath
no captured prey escaped

slipped through the fingers of a ghost
and on the way

the hunter refused the chase

c. 2016 Deidre Meyrick


fireflies

unfettered in their fall
black drops stain the cloth
as fetid tears from rusted eyes
weep from the poor disguise

cleaved in two and cleaved again
rib from rib
and sin from sin
microscopic light bursts forth with a resounding

POP

only to dissipate in a blink
and once again the knife-wielder sings

with blade so dark
and pretty arc
we’ll catch a soul spark
in our jar

c.2016 Deidre Meyrick


rebirth

there be dragons and magic brewing
defiant shrieks amongst the ruins
of a battered soul
once touched by deity and coveted by man
its keening shocks life across the sands
of time traveled and
through the unraveling mystical fabric
two pieces worn smooth by jagged
claws of lives lived
through eternity are seamlessly bound
never lost but rarely found

c.2016 Deidre Meyrick


photographs

scheming dreams
behind the clouded veil
kiss and tell

swell your breath upon skin again

heart sheath sliced
and soldered off-kilter
a doubled exposure

death filter

c.2016 Deidre Meyrick


The First Ten Words by Rich Larson

Because a guy has to keep his chops sharp

Spreading the Writer's Word

...like butta' on your toast!

The Sirens Song

Singing the Praises of Literature

Wallflower Whimsy

Words from the introverse.

Siren Whispers

Siren Song

Wounded Memories

Anonymous place to let spill my wounded memories

Joseph A. Pinto

barflypoet & author of dark fiction

KJ Charles

KJ Charles is a Rainbow Award winning romance writer and a freelance editor

Brigham Vaughn

Setting free the characters in my mind

AJ Rose Books

I talk to imaginary people, speak of events that didn't happen. I tell lies. Also known as fiction, of the gay romantic variety.

Theo Fenraven

Let Me Tell You A Story...

Rhys Ford

Dirt and Sin. With a Side of Coffee.

S.J's Blog

Warning, contents liable to excite! 18+ ONLY NSFW

J. R. Gray

Suspense lightly sprinkled with kink

AJ Rose

I talk to imaginary people, speak of events that didn't happen. I tell lies. Also known as fiction, of the gay erotic variety.

The Blind Connection

Chasing sexual fantasies

The Hunter

Stories and poems from the heart