Two steps from hell- A secret melody.

August poetry number thirty-two.

Two steps from hell- A secret melody..

He told the pretty British girl in the city of London. There is consequences for every action, we do. The fatality of youth, we believe. We will stay young forever, and we shall not.

He loved her pale skin, he loved her British accent and he loved he eyes. Her eyes were both, wild hazel and blue. They reminded him of the great storms of the California Pacific ocean.

She gave him a kind glance and her eyes were dancing with questions. She told him. Life is what we do, not what we did not do. We are born child of the earth, free-minded and free-spirited. We set our limits and we can be dare devils or the quiet people? I want to be the one, who celebrated life dear Johnnie. I know you love me. Every time you look at me, you smile.

I smiled and I told her. I do love the ginger hair London girls with the spirit of the free hawks and the free wolves. Dear Delia, my Delia. We are dancing on a fallen place, maybe two steps from hell and with you near.

I can hear the secret melody of hope in the night air. I feel brave and wild. I did love you from the first moment at Hype Park, when you called me to you and you demanded me to read poetry to you. You stole my heart with your beautiful voice and sweet smile.

She smiled and she looked at him with serious eyes and she told him. Well, if we are two steps from hell, we must create our melody of two people who wanted more, never less. Hell can wait and you promised me Irish coffee and dancing. And a promise is a promise.

Delia was old school, almost twenty-three, she loved her black dresses, silky stockings and her garter belt hidden. She told you the truth and she fear nothing. He told her. You are my beautiful raven and I adore you so. Why are you so kind to me?

She whispered as she kissed him. Johnnie Coyote, The raven and the coyote, must befriend. In the forest of living, more darkness than light. The Coyote and the Raven must dance for the midnight moon. The raven does love the tomfoolery of the coyote. She needs laughter and adventure.

He brought her up to her feet and he told her. Time to seek food and some drink. Free music at Hyde park tonight and I have the prettiest gal in London with me. She bowed to me and she told me. Dancing Coyote, tonight we shall dance and find the people of the sameness. We need a Gypsy night, where the drink is aplenty and the music is good. The Coyote and the Raven will wake-up old London town tonight.

Coyote

 

Author's Note

Thank you for reading.

Reviews

[Katrina Mckeown]

Exciting read Coyote… I love Ravens in poetry… two steps from Hell we must create our melody of two people wanting more never less’ I love the imagery of them dancing for the midnight moon ‘ share with people of sameness. I like this inviting party line :)
I’ll bet they had fun waking up old London Town tonight.
Katrina

[Coyote Poetry]

I did love London. I spend a lot of time in the old city from 1977-1980 when I was station in Germany. The people were kind and so smart. Thank you dear Katrina for reading and the comment.