Book cover of Das unheimliche by Felix Schloemp Buch
Darkness whispered to me Secrets from the ghastly depths A smirk on her lips A spectre of disdain She laughed at my troubles Amused at my failures.
“I saw it die a thousand deaths Ages ago it heaved its last breath Goodness is a cadaver Goodwill a misnomer It’s the time of the Black Serpent Slithering on slippery slopes In and out of its slimy scales; Let me teach you the spells From the bowels of hell To charm Beings of the Night For they are all that survived.”
I embrace the inky silhouette, “My dark friend, I heed your advice.” I summon them from within Pettiness, dishonesty, slyness – Throbbing, waiting to be spawned I befriend the shady shadows Blind like the bats betrothed To deepest caverns and gallows They tell me how to don a mask, This masquerade I join with pride, Of the deceitful who have thrived.
Poetry inspired by the book cover of Das unheimliche by Felix Schloemp Buch. Munich: Georg Mueller, 1914.
I am just ME … a soul streaming across constellations, over eons of turbulent changes and tranquil noises, perturbed by the visions that engulf me and ruffled by the oft complacence that challenges the change. Yet, I must travel further across the galaxies, in search of the ultimate metamorphosis. Until then, I sojourn in this life, engrossed in my earthly callings of a wife, mother, professional, writer, dreamer, and seeker.
On this blog you will find a spectrum of fiction, poetry, reviews, thoughts, snippets, inspiration, experiences, voices, concerns, excerpts, and everything that the soul has gathered in her fold, over years of reading, searching, finding, losing, and discovering. I regularly indulge in various creative pursuits, like crochet, experimental cooking, reading, and writing, and I hold a managerial/editorial role in a financial services organization with a global footprint.
For a long time, social media hijacked my personal writing space, as I was sharing more on Facebook and writing Tweet-sized poetry on Twitter. Social media is instant but temporary gratification. Ultimately, a writer needs their own space, and personal blogging provides that space. I had started a blog more than a decade ago but all things need to be infused with new life, emerge in a new avatar, and so it is with my new blog space.
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