Sunday, July 24, 2022

From My Throne of Abandoned


“She says she glories in being abandoned”

― J. M. Barrie

 I am the once was,

the seat of forgotten

where lost dreams

are mice infested memories.


In my bones questions

pierce the eyes of those

brazen enough to walk

the spine of my decay.


From my urban throne

of abandoned the voices

of my remains crawl faded

wallpaper into the ear of fear

or into imagination that thinks

it can speak my unknown tongue.


My days tick toward an eraser,

urban lust to claim what it can never own.

When  my heart is the carrion eaten

by steel jaws, my dust delivered to

a toxic grave, my spirit will remain

where it was first planted.

I’ll be the dandelion in rosy,

the chill no one can explain.


 ©Susie Clevenger 2022

The Sunday Muse #220

I was feeing gothic today.




  1. Well that's weird. The first time, no comment box appeared, but it showed up when I refreshed. Anyway, this is haunting and eludes easy grasp, just as the emotions it contains defy containing. I like it.

  2. "Where lost dreams are mice infested memories!" - wow! A powerhouse of a poem, too many terrific lines to quote. I especially love the chill no one can explain.

  3. This gave me goosebumps both in the haunting feel and in awe of this amazing poem. I love this my friend!!

  4. "My days tick toward an eraser,"
    The nothingness of life, so stark in your line.
    Fantastic composition.

    Thanks for dropping by to read mine


  5. I'm liking the having of a secret tongue language. I didn't get real scared but enjoyed the ride. You did really good on the erasure of living preps, we are sort of doing that here.

  6. We did have the same thought didn't we? Although your poem has such great depth - haunting and lingering.
    'In my bones questions
    pierce the eyes of those
    brazen enough to walk
    the spine of my decay.' - gave me chills.