The Writer: Poetry & Art

The Lady in White - 9"x12" acrylic on canvas panel

I've tasted the Wine of Sorrows,
A rose blush six shades too dry
which holds the tears of rampant fears
that do not dare to cry

The chalice is ringed with thorns
That piece both tongue and lips,
adding a splash of dread in ruby red
upon one's fingertips

Only then do I cross the Gateway,
where memory stalks and lurches
amid gables of Heaven numbering seven
and pallid busts that serve as perches

All this to decipher endless riddles 
robbing me of precious sleep,
each one a curiosity born of atrocity
forging tales my pen will weep.

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