winter succubus.

she ekes at my psyche

trailing icy fingerprints

through the hallways of my heart,

while whispering the truths that hurt - 

the ones i know better

than to acknowledge...

she knows the chinks in my armour,

after all, she cut them all out

in the first place

in winter months

her thoughts hold sway

and i recede

lost 

quiet

huddled within the safety

of my trusty bolthole

she prowls the perimeter

keeping watch

and while her insidious murmurs

can slide through the floorboards

or between the planks i nailed

over the only way in

(or out)

she herself is unable

to ghost her icicle touch

along my pale flesh

now if i can only hold out til spring...

Reviews

[Crowley]

This is a piece straight out of SK....an unlikely protagonist with eyes for you and your delicate features hunting the perimeter just trying to get a whiff, kind of like Percy really. Loved this, haunting and icy, pull up the blankets kitten, don't move one inch....she smells you.

[Nobody.]

powerful beautiful strong writing.
held me throughout. loved it.
that last line drives it home.
cheers!

[Jonathan Ballam]

This poem echoes beauty and power. I loved it to bits. The only thing that annoyed me was the last line, which turned the poem into the first person, for no apparent reason. I don't mean to be harsh...i just felt it was a waste of words.

Thanks for sharing ;)

[Periac]

I read through this a few times and each pass I was taken back by the elusive "she" reference...and being that you had cloaked her so well in the piece I was inclined to begin molding "her" as impatience.....and then through another pass I was again molding "her" into fear ...so what I am getting at is the piece has such a great openess to the reader and allows for the comfort for of molding to their liking...a great piece!!!!!!!!

[Ed Hart]

we're all trying to hold out til spring...ah, i think i feel a metamorphosis coming on...how about you...i wont be gone long, you come to