August 15th, 2012 
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WE FELL
By
We fell.
Somewhere between the gaps of the dreams
of what we thought we were,
we fell.
Like a couple of empty vessels,
dark spoils laid waste on the tide,
washed up in salt with bones raw as guilt,
in terrible silence we fell.
No star-crossed lovers ever felt
this stream of endless pain,
an Icarus warning of things to come,
slowly but certain we fell.
Looking within, or looking without,
yet neither matters now,
the emptiness is what defines
the day that we fell.
ON FALLOW FIELD
By
Last night she slept on fallow field
where ridges dip to earth then rise
towards the misty, moonlit skies,
yet cannot bear their secret yield.
Her breath will never kiss the dawn;
her body pales, while silver dew
adorns her skin with pearly hue;
her soul is mine, and all forlorn.
As love, with all its fatal flaws,
does so entrance by false design,
she conjured tricks upon my mind:
my Sorceress, all peace withdraws.
With Cornflowers traced upon her brow,
the Devil’s Bit and Campion
dress flaxen hair, all locks undone,
near faded Poppies’ crimson vow.
So wake then, people, know this day.
Seize cold treasure, hold the prize
which never yet bewitched your eyes,
but drew my empty heart away.
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ON SWALLOW FIELD
There’s a song in the air
Cruising hearts and souls
Like an early morning
Shining under a wisteria dew
The wind blows from the hand
Drawing circles of jasmine
It’s time for the desert rose
To celebrate the white wedding
Not a road on this wilderness
Only savages play the survival
A fiddle is dropping golden traces
Mimosa memories as bright as old crows
Hi
I enjoyed reading The August Poetry……some wonderful phrases and words which delve deeply into one’s innermost thoughts….particularly enjoyed Anne’s two poems. Thanks for sharing. Jill
Thank you so much, Jill! I’ve only just seen your kind comment, and I agree – some great poems that month from all contributors.
Thanks also, Tuck, for showcasing the work here.
An exciting new talent emerging in Cat Holt’s poetry. Always ahead of the reader, some great lines -”Then more stop started out” – “Dusk purple air” – and surprising twists along the way. More please.
Wonderful as usual Cat, I love the darkness of the second and the appreciation that beauty can be found in anything
De two amazing poems!! Love them both, such images and emotion with potent endings, wow:-)
Love them both! Wonderful work, De, always!
Bravo De – I do believe “Packing Black” has become a new favorite
. Simply, viscerally, lyrically, emotively, exquisite – juxtaposition of searing regret and empowerment. Repeated lines – ripple – long after Again Bravo!
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Beautiful pieces, De! Congratulations!!
These are wonderful. The first is so thought-provoking; the second so emotional. Great work, De.