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the curse of a sentimental heart & a skeptical mind

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Fixing Things

I have to remove
a couple of
unfortunate strands
from the pattern of time.
I see now how
I got the weave all wrong,
creating a bit of chaos
I have to admit,
but I can fix this.

It is not tempting fate,
honestly, I am pretty good
at fixing things
like old furniture
and cracked china,
broken wings
and shattered hearts.
Adjusting time should not
be a problem at all,
I think.

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photo credit: md-arts via deviantart.com

Tempted

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Moments

All those moments
you shared with me
were hundreds of little gifts
you bestowed on me,
each one a second
of iridescent beauty,
each one a tiny
pearl of happiness.

I want to preserve them,
string them on a silk line,
compose them into
the most stunning necklace
and wear them around my neck,
fashion them into
the most revered jewelry
I will ever own.

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photo credit: TenthMuse Photography via flickr

Chronos

Space breathed its silence
in the aftermath of creation
waiting for Gaia and Hydros to join.
In an explosion of light
ignited by their merging
Ananke and I were born.

Born to be the serpent bond
that holds the universe together,
Ananke protecting the alpha,
myself on the far side
guardian of the omega,
connected but yet far apart.

Apart, I yearn for her
as she yearns for me.
Our obsessions for each other
infecting world after world
as they race forever
towards each other
through the coldness of space.

 

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photo credits: artists unknown

Obsessed

Keeper of Time

The keeper of time, merciless scoundrel,
has spoken again, capturing another shard of my life.
Ripped out of my mind with a victorious smile
and added to his expanding collection,
he thrives on the past I have to leave behind.

A greedy fat spider, he sits in patience watching
from the middle of his sophisticated net
for the next hapless moment to stumble and fall victim
to the clasping strings of this silken trap.

He carefully stores them in fragile glass urns,
meticulously labelled with places and names
to grant effortless access and a fast retrieval
when his quenchless hunger for my memories calls.

He savours my heartaches in tiny morsels,
relishing the salty flavour of my tears.
He feeds on my follies and devours my sins
with greedy haste, in impatient anticipation of more.

I ward him off, interrupting his steady advance
by keeping my memories close to my heart.
But Mistress Time is capricious and fading is imminent,
so he reclines unperturbed, certain of my failure,
assured of his triumph, content to wait.

 

 

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photo taken with Samsung Galaxy A7

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