Remnants

( I must stop watching horror films at night, this is what my muse gave me this morning)

dance on my heart dark darling
dance with your boots of black longing
dance till every drop
is drained and contaminated
with the dirt on the sole of
your loathing
dance as you have never danced before
dance with the remnants of ragged abuse
this time make sure the job is done
so the sun will set with gleeful satisfaction
so it won’t rise at daybreak
in the mourning

Reviews

[Papaya]

No. Don't stop watching horror movies. This is so good.
Haunting and steeped with dark imagery.
There's a clear feeling of despair and a longing for liberation.
Great write, Chris. Your dark side is very poetic. 🖤

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Ana. Pleased you were able to pick up the darkness of what I watched on Netflix. I don’t often watch this type of stuff, but maybe I’ve found something else to write about. Another string to my poetry bow. Happy Friday to you.

Chris

[JD Major]

Dark, foreboding, chilling, not adjectives I normally ascribe to your verses, Chris!
An Excellent Read!!! Rich in your sharing! And yes, also in the vein of a good Horror movie! Karloff, Vincent Price, Christopher Lee, I saw their faces, felt their terror. Your last line ran down my spine.
I'll sleep fitfully tonight o'course :) but Thanks nevertheless! :)

[Chris Shaw]

Thanks JD and of course for noticing this is quite different from my normal writes. Too much Netflix I think. I appreciate your visit and wish you a happy Friday.

Chris

[Poetic Beauty]

Mourning is a dark and turbulent time. Many times it comes in waves. It can appear without warning after months of not dancing

[Chris Shaw]

Watched a film recently, a woman’s husband had gone missing. Eventually she found out he wasn’t quite who she thought he was. Like paintings, films can be quite inspirational material for poetry. Many thanks for stopping by PB.

Chris

[Poetic Beauty]

You are most welcome as always. I enjoy your poetry