Tuesday, October 24, 2017

Tomorrow Is Not Promised a Wick


I bloomed on the edge of the swamp,
a blossom swimming in spells and secrets.
Every petal fought for the sun, but daylight
didn’t like to pay the witch for real-estate.

Mystra dripped night into my palms
until I grew dark enough to haunt
light seekers who thought a cross
had paid for all their sorrows.

What’s planted in darkness
will grind the tongue into fear.
Beware of shadows rooted in screams.
Tomorrow is not promised a wick.

©Susie Clevenger 2017

Mystra is known as the goddess of midnight

16 comments:

  1. This is so incredibly potent! I held my breath at "What’s planted in darkness will grind the tongue into fear." Beautifully penned.

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    1. Thank you.. I must admit I am feeling a resurgence of creativity from listening to my dark side.

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  2. I really like the voice of darkness of this... the plant in darkness... Almost like the sickly sweetness of an asphodel

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    1. Thank you. I didn't know what an asphodel was. I understand your comparison now.

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  3. Oh boy...this purrs like a demon cat. Stick with the dark side Susie. It rocks.

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    1. Thank you Paul. I am really enjoying my walk on the dark side.

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  4. You do dark very well.Thoughts of deadly night shade.I like the reality poem in the side bar as well.Daydreams tend to have pink curtains.Nice line.

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    1. Thank you. Here is the link to the entire poem, Woman Up, if you would like to read it. http://confessionsofalaundrygoddess.blogspot.com/2017/08/woman-up.html

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  5. oooh
    it is getting dark out isn't it
    with so many great word turns

    reading your entry casts an eerie black light on mine

    namaste
    JzB

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  6. What’s planted in darkness
    will grind the tongue into fear... wow... dark and intriguing!

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    1. Thank you. I have found in new voice for my poetry, my dark side.

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  7. Beautifully dark, Susie! I love the opening lines
    and 'Tomorrow is not promised a wick'.

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  8. laced with the dark emotions of the neglected person, aren't the world sometimes is unfair.

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  9. Love this, and the whole, new blog. Just what the times call for.

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  10. Beware, indeed... For screaming shadows know all about the value of light, and they will fight for it with everything they have (and don't... yet).

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