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Kate Davies Poem
Beauty of yours, informed by moon's illume,
Irises lilac, heaven sent thee here,
Adducing stock's spiced vanilla perfume,
My heart all consumed, I must have your ear.
Oh, creature of mourn, what love are thee?
Raven hair, for it appears, has no death,
Your words whisper of winds long lost at sea,
Darkness doth command with a single breath.
Blinded, such you have obscured every star,
I am yours, now the only eyes required,
She of the onyx crown, goddess you are,
I, your nocturnal animal... Inspired.
Do you salvate all sin within your sight?
Let us sing, and submit to Nyx's night.
Copyright © Kate Davies | Year Posted 2023
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Kate Davies Poem
Those wide mahogany eyes,
I cannot help but cling to,
like goosegrass clings on,
too dear, may I hang out here?
just for a little while longer,
you know it’s freezing outside,
and I already seem to miss,
the crescent of your smile.
Copyright © Kate Davies | Year Posted 2024
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Kate Davies Poem
Translucent vials of blood collected
You possessed so much more than I expected
And still you search for more to inspire
Day was breaking but you found the moon
Just for one more person to hear your tune
The Winter is long if kept contrite
Your tales of such sweet sorrow
Speak no more of lines you borrow
Your spin is something to admire
The snowflakes have since begun to fall
Insipid appetites still harken a silent call
Borrow my heart, cruel parasite
Sad eyes without tears look more hollow still
Too focused on allegories of your last kill
Your mawkish crusade set to conspire
When will your one man war cease to fire
Your bite calls a histrionic vampire
Drain me now of this buried spite
Copyright © Kate Davies | Year Posted 2023
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Kate Davies Poem
I see no sign of forced entry...
just copper suns and cornflower blue,
have you been here all this time?
I don't remember inviting you,
and now all my voices are a chatter,
with threats I cannot construe.
Copyright © Kate Davies | Year Posted 2024
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Kate Davies Poem
He kept his end of the bargain,
A man with a strong moral sense
Endowed with struggle,
Eternally he repents.
He was once forced to apologise,
For what errant slight he did not know.
Carried it on his back,
Full of such haunted sorrow.
I was only a young babe then,
Unable to recall the song he sang.
The choked rhyme was confused,
But the beat still rang.
He remembered the night I was born,
And tried to comprehend his sad tune.
A girl named Annie Jayne,
My first cry a night in June.
Copyright © Kate Davies | Year Posted 2023
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Kate Davies Poem
You hold in your hands the sun and the moon
But appear to me so clouded in gloom
Always poised to shed another tear
There must be something up there to fear
Sometimes you dazzle me with ametrine hues
Or brighten my day with benevolent blues
but winter brings a blanket of snow
Your moods cry out a confused tableau
In anger your tantrums take me by storm
Hot and cold without a word of warn
Caught in your deluge unprepared
Every drop of emotion now bared
Why do I look up to you silly young sky
As if you hold all the answers to life
Each passing hour you change your mind
Do you ever ask yourself why?
Copyright © Kate Davies | Year Posted 2023
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Kate Davies Poem
In just two weeks I will attain the body divine
Eat my greens, attempt a sit up or two...
If only I'd lay off reduced aisle wine
Replace old habits with a nicotine chew.
I should take this day as a sign
Though not exactly out of the blue
If I act now my stars might align
Batten down the hatches, I am anew!
Sober and righteous...I will be just fine
Up up up! Rise with the morning dew
Try the ‘cat cow’ pose, stretch out your spine
Breath in…breath out…but wait for my cue.
Watch out boys, you’d better form a line
I've gone organic now darling, haven't you?
Of course, by day five I will be so asinine
My heart will cry out for an ice cold brew...
Who am I kidding, even a warm one would do!
Copyright © Kate Davies | Year Posted 2023
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Kate Davies Poem
I imagine your thoughts to trail off in French,
Politely demanding the finest pâté,
Then taking repose on a Tuileries bench.
An elegant lady dressed in all black,
Sipping Merlot on l’Île Saint-Louis,
Your citrine gaze ever poised to attack.
You are not one for sunshine,
A queen of the night,
My little feline!
Are you the trapped soul of Simone de Beauvoir?
Mon petit chat noir.
Copyright © Kate Davies | Year Posted 2023
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Kate Davies Poem
She trawled the woods to find her lost heart
Out of view and hidden deep underground
Still beating, wrapped in muddied cloth
The Queen was once more born
But returned to find the moon had already risen
Overnight her court had fractured and decayed
Heretic! they cried in unison
And marched their unfaithful Queen away
The Queen tried to contemplate such a revolution
Her once loyal subjects had fled
Heavy is the head that wears a dirty crown
For she fixated on her own swallowed breath
Hers was a reign bloodied by ancient ideals
Forced to abdicate her throne and sceptre
An eternity of solitude exchanged
The Queen wept for the new monarch
Life unencumbered by her kingdoms glare
She spent her final days in harrowed remorse
The Queen knifed out her poisoned heart
Buried it once more under the cold woodland floor
Copyright © Kate Davies | Year Posted 2023
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Kate Davies Poem
Incorrigible slights hold no place here
I am my own wind, stars, and moon
Be done with your squalid regrets
Hear it now, the angels last tune.
Steady to slumber and hold my hand
No thought is welcome in final death
The time has come to depart this land
Hold steadfast in parting breath
Dry lungs weaken under fallowed earth
Whisper now this subtle conceit
The clock tower chimes once more
Cover the tracks of bygone deceit
None of it matters now, not to me my love
One last grasp to fight the night's call
Say goodnight and lay your demons
Surrender now, this mortal thrall.
Copyright © Kate Davies | Year Posted 2023
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