Between Dusk and Dawn

by Maple Tree   Apr 24, 2012

Early morning sighs
of a cricket's mating
apology, granted me

For I kissed a demon
near the round table
as the jester poisoned
my virgin wine.

It was upon midnight
as dusk bid me farewell,
the catacombs became
my hidden cove.

Violated and scorned,
the upheaval of my
feverish iris's,
branded the death
of a masculine

He whispered "Medusa"

ignoring his verbal beckon,
I simply vanished,
because I own my destiny-

Dawn approaches,
and the crickets
are in love once


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  • 3 years ago

    by Pagan Paul

    I love this :-) wonderfully dark and evocative.

  • 6 years ago

    by Brittany Ottmo

    I love it! I loved how you took the end back to the begining. Like a circle of life! Great job! 5/5


  • 7 years ago

    by Lemon

    I love the link back to the first stanza :). I find the punctuation adds a certain charm, I like the ellipsis, it gives the poem a longer standing impact

  • 7 years ago

    by Robert Gardiner

    Exquisite Write!!!

  • 7 years ago

    by Ares

    As a few others have said already, I agree that this poem has a certain vagueness to it, which I love.

    What really makes this poem work for me though is the fact that it forces me between two worlds; the modern and the middle ages. To be even more specific, it makes me think of reckless beauty and modern day unfiltered truth and realism.

    That is something you don't see everyday on P&Q. This will be my first 5 of the day!

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