Milk and Honey 

  

Milk and Honey 

She baked his heart into a pie 

He lay watching, detachedly 

Bleeding out, impossibly still alive 

As she sliced through the remaining arteries 

Obscenely licking her red stained fingers 

That blissful smile, an angelic fixture 

Twisting her knife as his heart drained

-Such a seemingly innocent gesture 

But as she laughed, she gave the mania away 

The lurking tell tale signs of insanity 

A bit too late for him to back track now 

He was for dinner – and the last ignominy 

Would be that he hadn’t even put up a fight 

He’d all but given himself- and she 

She’d smiled knowingly

He’d be up for dessert tonight 

©CM 

16.04.2016

Day Sixteen of Napowrimo. Written for the Almanac prompt- maenads, milk, and honey. 🙂

Go on, have a slice of madness. 😉 
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Image credit : Jesselee13 at DeviantArt

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Raphael

 

We walked, I knew not where
On the lips of the abyss we stood
Climbing, bleeding hand and foot,
Through the deepest of woods
Indeed, through the wraithing hollows themselves we fared
We walked,
I knew not where

The creatures wept at our passing
Pawing, kneading, grovelling,
They sheathed their claws and slavered- no
We forged ahead despite them,
There was still a long way to go
Past dyng echoes, till
The rivers ran out- we did not stop or despair
We still walked, I knew not where

And then the sand swallowed our shadows whole
The ground rolled like searing drops of gold
The wind howled, demented, but he still held my hand, and
We walked to a darkness no blazing sun could withhold
And the rocks yawned wide, the
Depths eddied like riptide
And the ground stood proud defender of the
Malice buried inside
And he showed me where he had lain
Whatever of my demons remained
And I knew, oh I knew,
I need never weep again
Because everything that had hurt me was
Entombed, forgotten, there
And I was free to walk, unscathed,
Anywhere, everywhere

And he walks with me still
Quietly watching, unassuming,
Holding my hand, my angel

Raphael…

 

 

 

 

‘Raphael’

(c)CM
09.02.2016

 

 

 

 

 

 
And again the Lord said to Raphael: “Bind Azazel hand and foot, and cast him into the darkness: and make an opening in the desert, which is in Dudael, and cast him therein. And place upon him rough and jagged rocks, and cover him with darkness, and let him abide there for ever, and cover his face that he may not see light.”

The Book of the First Enoch, 10:4–6

 

/Just a bit of inspired reading. You guys know me and my thing for angels. :p

 

Cheerio chin chin

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Blue Silk

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Blue Silk

Incandescent
Draped in blue silk
She stood
Awaiting perfection
The lines of her, taut
And withdrawn
As if yearning for
Completion

And marbled hands and
Azure veins
Mapped her frozen, placid
Expression
Simultaneously shy
And wild
Hesitant
But bereft of inhibition

Carved from chips of ice
As if, her eyes
In simplicity, out dazzled
The riots of color abound
They all debated
The truth of her beauty
But she knew the truth
Of all the lies

The smiling woman
So proud and vain
Was still a broken child
Inside

© CM
21.04.2014

First day of the last one third! Day 21 of NaPoWriMo!! Inspiration for today’s poem came from two very strong women I know, and am blessed to know.

Much love!

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My Fallen Angel

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My Fallen Angel
 
 
He has black magic in his voice,
And I’m under his spell
Apollyon, he sits waiting
At the sheer cliffs of Hell
 
With my soul hanging in balance 
I can’t but wonder why
Of all the sins of mortal flesh 
For me he will defy
 
The reason of his creation 
The purpose of his being,
Am I this angel’s temptation?
Then why does my heart sing
 
In agony and in ecstasy 
Just once to hold him close?
If I am to be his Lillith
I’d have more strength, suppose? 
 
Yet no, I am but virgin clay
To be molded, desired
In any and in every way
Tempered in his fires.
 
Held captive in his seduction 
And drowned in ocean eyes,
I let him wrap me in his wings 
And fly us to the skies.
 
I am not me, I cannot be
Till entwined in our love
And guilty of purity, we 
Are Fallen to above. 
 
 
 
©CM
02.09.2012 

 

 

Wow, a week already. Here’s a hurrah for that! And the to people who are following my blog, thank you ever so much. You don’t know how much I appreciate the encouragement. Much love! =)

I’ve always had a particular fascination for angels. I suppose it’s natural, in a way, to be envious of the guileless purity they signify. What enamors me more in the many books I’ve read recently, is their human aspect more than their faultlessness. Something about angels being only human too? That paradoxical statement probably gives away a lot about my psyche, it is rather open to interpretation, but I’ll stand by it, just what I think, that’s all.

 

I suppose I’m rambling again, but I don’t want this blog to be some sort of monologue where I prattle away. More of a Socratic discourse, I think, would be more beneficial all round. So feel free to join the babble. Tell me what you’re doing, what you would like to read, or what you would like me to write about. Tell me what you think. 🙂

 

 

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