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LADY WINTERLady Winter's fury is unbridled,
her somber sceptre is sheathed in ice
and endures the high drama of her Season's
rude passage, softly she ascends upon
snow-laden wings to where a remembrance
of frost lingers upon the naked bud and
bloom, flowers that once hungered for
a bee's honeyed pledge upon their blushing
petals-now sleep and wait for the Day
when they will be adored by the Sun again,
until then all they find in their sweet
slumberous nest is Solitude's tune, echoing
through Winter's pristine bridal boudoir,
it is here that the waning Light loses
and the waxing Night wins.

December 29, 1998
© Jewel MoonSilver Knight

INNER SANCTUMReflections crimson and cream-with some purple
musings too-I am the kiss that the Twilight leaves
to linger on my home's humble shingles, the many
halcyon sirens my soul spies stirs in me, a place
of vibrant reflection and resounding introspection,
where drowsy Sunsets sheathe themselves in the
prelude of Moontides, and the air I breathe colors
my inner sanctum with the visions only I can see,
scribbling people into existence with the amorous
virtues of my pen, goading me to write from the
shadows where I reside, libating indigo passages
with whispers of willful white, how could I not
love myself, every spider weave that catches m

DARKEST STARShe exists in an inevitable vacancy, a Dark Star
shining beneath my skin, frayed by these undone
laces of Pain where only emotion-broken and liberating
-climax my secret heartache with the tears of a
lifetime and circumstances that still leave their
shadows inside me, stalking my Dark Star where
she writes...but her last rhythmic blow of light
guides me outward to align my vulnerability with
the blood-ink of the Universe, and there my soul
sips the starry spill of the Milky Way as I stretch
myself from Star to Star, searching to pluck out
the words where they imbed themselves in me, deep-
seated nettle and lyrics of white, I can f

IN LOVE WITH WINTERAgainst my skin does Winter press her frozen lips,
I can taste the ambrosia from her soul she drips,
and the ruby skirmishes that bleed from berries askewed
on gnarled vines, tumble unhealed in many forgotten hues,
among the lacings of frost on the grass Winter smiles
a promise of renewal, from her the angels learn to beguile.

The Wind undresses my hurt for the healing to begin,
among the snowflakes I see my reflection gleaming within,
on my tongue I catch them, tasting of angel food cake
and champagne bubbling where they rest in snowy crates,
the soft slant of her light my spirit dares to climb,
seeking her token warmth, in Winter

WHERE THE STARS ALWAYS SHINEI'm going home, I hear the Stars call my name
rhythmic as they spill from the Cosmos' teacup,
goodnight wishes they scatter into my bedroom
scene-where I lay my lines dissolving into the
structure of a poem, up at the Stars I stare,
a lingering treasure of divinity shining their
wealth down on me, I hear my poet's heart beat
in time to the Stars I hang up on my mind's
clothesline, waiting for their liquid light to
dry so I can gather them into words, softly
scenting my head with their gifts of imagination
and supernova metaphors, I hope to one day
personify the rhythm and rhyme plundering up
my spine with their starry intertwine

TO AUTUMN, WEARIED OF HIS TAILAutumn, Autumn, my little boy gecko
blazing brighter than the Twilight Sun,
faster by far you are than the falling
toy of Autumn leaves-but sweeter than
maple sugar you can be, on a day as
subtle as the retreat of Winter's shade
you must have been in a restless mood,
full of sprintime spunk and fiesty show,
for when I attempted to remove you from
your rustic home so I may complete my
cleansing duties you put on a show of
such freaky woe I had never seen before!

Autumn, Autumn, wearied of your tail
you must have been for my maternal care
failed to calm the panic fluttering in
your little breast-until finally you
dropped your sl

THE SILENT SWANThe Sea's blue breathing womb gave birth
to all creatures, giving life to Silence,
speech to the Unconscious, sight to the
Blind, but something extraordinary also
emerged from out of the Sea's native waters
-a swan emerged, she was the most exquisite
and glorious bird that the Waters of Life
had ever birthed, her Beauty shone like
supple silver, so pure that it stole the
speech and sight of all worldly creatures
who gazed upon her singular greatness,
but this swan was born a mute, as mute
as unwritten paper, she had no halcyon
voice, she had no living note to sing.

She lived with her heart speaking from her
eyes-in her gracefu

A TEACUP OF TEARSSitting on the brim of a teacup I see the
token of my wasted emotion, a teardrop flawlessly
shed when I shattered from too much absent care,
now tears feed my anorexic torment, and I stare
in the mirror at a girl not really here but just
an unsung echo the shadows had coaxed apart,
memories hollow out the Eternity from my eyes
as they internalize my sleepless pain, I look
at the scars that dehydrate the sweet nectar
of my Purity and my face crumpled with derelict
Sorrow...and I wonder what am I doing to myself,
wasting my sobs in the blur of a mistake that
now silhouettes my mind, my sanity grows thinner
as I find another splinte

BURY ME SOFTLYDuring my Twilight hour you held me close against your soft breast,
even as your tender heart was breaking and mine was growing still
I knew I was not alone, I felt you with me in the love you professed,
soothing my last hour until you were left cradling my empty shell.

Please know that I didn't want to leave you to endure alone
but the Time was now, at last this mortal coil I had to shed
so my spirit could be here for you, my memory you'll always own
and the love we shared, your heart will be my eternal homestead.

Let the Night hear your cries and wipe your swollen eyes
now that I am gone, let the Earth absorb your free fallen tears

THIS SIDE OF THE MOONOn this side of the Moon I exist, giving kisses
to your reflection I glimpse in the confectionary
rush of Night, but you don't see me so impending
wishes I fold beneath my skin with the Desire
skimming the surface of unrestrained storms,
oh how I wish I could fall into you like the
soft pelts of autumn rain that fall into me,
dilating my eyes with Starlight, in unstable
upheaval I sit on the brim of a lonely Star
with just a freckle of a dream making me weak
with longing, anticipating the weight of Sky
my thoughts are guided by the moonlit wash I see
streaming from your side of the Moon, and again
I wonder do you wish to pasteuri

WHAT A GHOST KNOWS...And there was a rare rapture in the whispers
that Winter breathed over my skin-where your
touch once skimmed-now replaced by the kiss
of frost that crept up my spine, decaying
lifetimes and shedding mortality-tossing shadows
on my walls, I felt a presence reveal to me
its vague veracity as I assembled myself to
accept its fever upon my psyche-touching and
not touched-my thoughts traced an invitation
into the shivering gloom as I felt Winter
slowly settle over me, inching up my vertebrae
one by one until the Silence thrusted her
tongue against my palpable soul, against my
moonlit mauve lips she offered me a cup of
blood for my bl

MAIDEN MEMBRANEFalling, softly falling through the Night,
my ideals are scattered like pollen by the
bees who sting my thoughts open, and I wonder
how I got here-a wreck drowning on a sandy
shore-how did I fall so far through this
sensuous glare, blurring the lines of my
once white lily into a scarlet window where
pain is pleasure and pleasure is a fleeting
pulsebeat, I must be a fool for letting you
rupture my maiden membrance when your words
were so cruel, I must be starved for simple
affection to allow my Purity to be bedded,
but strange Devotion never smiled at me and
tears only increased with the Night, falling,
softly falling on the bar

SHIPWRECKEDEven on the driest of days I am wet,
you still scent my skin with stormy skies
and the rain that clings to your footsteps,
your eyes-a warm shower that melts the
frost from my horizon, your voice-a cloud
burst that fills my pores when sighs are
not enough, my thoughts are a mist that
drifts like a lost soliloquy onto your side
of the Sea, tenderly dissipating in the
rainy haze of every kiss, but your love
was more a trickle than a downpour, leaving
my phials half-dry with Desire, my waters
rising without my floodgates being released
to enjoy the fathoms of no regret...but
dew still clings to my petals and more
than a few drops

VESTAL VIGILPurely
she looked down from where she sat on the
rim of a Star, watching as the milky way
flowed continuously past her, piercing the
blue veil where her sad thoughts took refuge,
a hymn slanting softly from the bare murmurings
of her lips she breathed into the austere
atmosphere, where she stood and watched the
fall of one of her cherished daughters...
a tear slipped free, from the crystal cabinet
of her eyes a single tear fell.

Down
she gazed at her daughter feeling sure that her
chastity was immortal, a warm quilt under which
she slept, behind closed doors she lived alone
with Nature's kin her only family, she didn't
know th

The Forest Mistress - Collaboration

***the day ends and night begins
it's an enamelled moment, charmed
when all things seems strangely dormant

she's standing in the middle
between a cloudy sky and a serene lake
The Forest Mistress

dressed in blues and lifeforce
gathering powers from within trees, stones and waters
dimensional mirror ethereal and earthly***

*K
MARCH
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MY IMMORTALITYEternity is here and now and always,
I am in the midst of it, washed by
the Twilight rain and then dried by
the strange light of the crescent Moon,
I am embraced by the cutting clean
warmth of my Immortality, nothing can
be more exquisite than this moment,
I am a living potpourri jar of Memory
and Experience, sober and intoxicating
I learn and love, the World burns green,
it never rusts from to much Time-but
continues to turn around the little
inward world of me, breathing the
incense that is my Life's divinity,
I give out the fragrance of the poems
I write, the brooding inspiration
that dusts my eyelids when I fall
asleep, c

GECKO GODS AND TWILIGHT TAILSThe pitter patter of little gecko feet
tread upon the trellis of my heart tonight,
sticky sweet his footprints leave a mosaic
upon my mind, he wreathes together
patterns of Sun and Shade that hug me,
making me wet with Wisdom...I stare into
the unblinking light of his oracular eye,
I think of Twilight, my little gecko god
who has taught me so much, and his tail
that he shed like an old useless habit,
if only people could be as brave and wise
as a gecko's simple life-letting go of
the old so a new beginning can grow in
its place-shedding the outworn so a life
can still thrive-sloughing away the weary
tails of yesterday so the sh

JUST A JEWELI am just a jewel with brown eyes, lukewarm
from inhaling chocolate and milk-written words,
my skin is pale from the passengers of poetry
I let ride me through silver-haired Nights;
I am just a jewel drinking merrymint tea and
unlacing my feet so they may dance to the lyrics
of light, capturing me in the navel of my home;

I am just a jewel enticing the tastebuds of
butterflies to give up their sweetness to the
trinity of Moonlight and Fairies and Poetry,
they penetrate the Night's virginity-as I do
with my pen; I am just a jewel with starshine
in the crevices of my soul, I'll repaint them
in the colors of my edible tears and swim

TO GINGER, MY BEST FRIEND

While all the world is wet with
rumor, I turn to the inward radiance
I only find by the white lips of
Ginger's comfort, cool upon my
flameless full moon lips, a wreath
of mist carries away my sleepless
fears and twilight tears when I am
with you, my sweet Gingercakes, the
world fades away...her empty eyes
cannot penetrate the high-dreaming
home I carry within me, for you are
its beating heart, Ginger, my dear
and best friend, so silent and sincere
like a homespun prayer, your trust
is as enduring as the second sight
visions that hide in the sleepless
Night, as honest as a dream that calls
my name with all of the star-cast
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CANDLELIGHT HAUNTINGS

by ~NocturneJewel, Apr 4, 2012, 3:21:16 PM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

Dragons, those immortal guardians of Fire
and Treasure, I see them in the candleflame
flickering tongues of Immortality, they haunt
the Silence that clings to the Darkness,
I could never be indifferent to them or the
insanity that comes to me in my awkward hours,
it is then I am most comfortable, my home
flickers with the dragons that live in the
candleflame, and Yesterday's blue halcyon
rain makes me wet with unrequited Desires.

Dragons, how I love their smoldering licks that
transform the shadows into words, and me into
the weeping resemblance of a normal person, but
being normal is death to my awkward brilliance
-I am a matchstick that chastises the emptiness
of a hollow Sky with my echo, not even black-
bellied Doubts could extinguish my mortal burn,
not even a teasing Wind could steal my conscience
back from the candleflame where my humid tears
seek favour, for it is in the Dark that I find
clarity...I would rather be the spout from which
Moonlight pours Myth to fertilize my mad and
haunted life, I rather be insane than another
bloodless vein of supposed normalsy stuck here,
even in my awkward state I am whole...a poem
caressing me open to accept the Sun, my fatality.

March 4, 2012
© Jewel MoonSilver Knight - All rights reserved.

CANDLELIGHT HAUNTINGSby ~NocturneJewel

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*TheDarkenedBride Jun 7, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

should you have a pet dragon, what colour would it be?

~NocturneJewel Jun 7, 2012

If I had a pet dragon I think she would be sky blue with emerald and deep amber eyes...I wrote a poem about such a dragon, I think you would enjoy it...[link]

*TheDarkenedBride Jun 7, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

I think my dragon would be blue too! maybe darker though...

thank you for the link, I'll go take a look at your poem

*halcyonshores Apr 16, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

I cannot speak of this Beauty with words.
I can only appreciate, reverently, and thank you for the
emotional Poetry and wonder you overflowed me with.

~NocturneJewel Apr 17, 2012

Thank-you so very much for your words that as always touched my heart with their sincerity. I'm glad that my poem touched you so...

*halcyonshores Apr 18, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

You pour your heart out in your comments as surely as you do in your poetry..
You are a Beautiful person.

~NocturneJewel Apr 18, 2012

Aww, thank-you so very much for that! It's so nice to be appreciated...and you're a beautiful person too!

*halcyonshores Apr 19, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Thank you, darling soul.

~NocturneJewel Apr 19, 2012

You're very welcome, dear Sister Poetess!

~DarkCelestial999 Apr 10, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

& it is beautiful.

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