Dance Again

[Insect]

A little long but here goes:

In death shade under willow leaves
and moonlit catwalks in the dark
the flutter of your silken sleeve
a sound the ear can hardly mark
enchanted pathways vapor covered
autumn air a sharp perfume
darkling skies where owls hover
and safety flies before the moon
that silver glow a searching beam
an easy mark for any hunter
faery eyes that sharply gleam
as icy cold as bleak midwinter
in this forest fear benighted
where lovers to themselves are danger
dance again by torches guided
down crooked pathways ever stranger
each dying tree has cast its leaves
but is deeply rooted in the dirt
my skin against your silken sleeve
the softness of your subtle hurt
break the bone or bruise the skin
trip on shadows misty hued
the path will end and then begin
your earthly shell all black and blue
suffer the stings of rain wet thorns
the pleasure pain of summer nights
the bitter taste of lover's scorn
and staining of what once was white
this painful love of lovely pain
the imprints of these silver rings
we break ourselves to change again
we trade our flesh for spectral wings...

[Insect]

I guess this is a little too long for people to read, oh well...

[TheDormantMind]

Originally posted by Insect
I guess this is a little too long for people to read, oh well... I will read that when I am less tired my eyes can't focus right now...

[Insect]

^^^Painkillers always help. ;)

[Algebrane]

Excellent poem, better than I can write. Although it's soft, it has very good imagery which is expressed very well with the words you've used. Even if it's soft or quiet it doesn't matter, it takes a decent talent to write something like this. I thought I caught some words which were modified or made up like 'benighted', nonetheless, Shakespeare used techniques like this. Again I say this poem is beautifully written.

[TERROJA]

Not bad.

[Insect]

Thank you all. ;)

[Oddeye]

I liked it alot, thanks for sharing.

[Insect]

sure... Thanks for the compliments.

[maugan_ra_3rd]

I meant to comment on this earlier, better late than never.

Your style is quite mature, and it reads well; you have a narrative technique of poetry, which I think does your subject matter a great deal of justice. Reading it, it reminded nearly of the introduction chapter of "The Handmaids Tale [margarett attwood]. Atwood is able to create a nearly mystifying sence of memory that is at once disorientating and remarkably vivid.

And this poem has the same effect on me.

^_^

[Lucky7]

Originally posted by Insect
I guess this is a little too long for people to read, oh well... Nonsense! It was perfect. Just beautiful Insect!

[Insect]

Thank you!