The Real LJ Idol * 3 Strikes * Week 1: Black Rainbow
In dreaming,
the message came crashing in as
the whirring buzz of carrion flies.
The road backwards laid with visions
of gardens and mossy groves, but
at the end of the path were
teeth and claws.
Follow the Frost Shade,
Each step cracking the icy ground,
a beckoning call to turn away from
that false spring,
walk boldly into snow drifts,
thighs aching and breath shimmering
deep into your own winter.
Pull your resources inward,
the tundra of your chest a solid fortress,
murmuring reassurances quiet
in the cave of your black mouth.
Her white lashes heavy with frozen droplets, underneath
gray eyes shone brightly with the promise
not of a sun drenched dawn, but a perpetual midnight pall.
Moths caress cheeks and sated beasts lean in close for
warmth and the hopeful yearning of companionship.
Follow the Night Maiden,
Through beech tree forest, their many eyes
blinking in the iridescent gloom.
Her skin awash with starlight on an icy lake,
her blue veins delicate as moonflower petal,
her lips dark with blackberry juice, a spell
cast for sweetness and abundance.
She led you to the fathomless blue of
the scrying pool, where the moon removed
her halo and crowned the level head
a protector of your own heart.
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the message came crashing in as
the whirring buzz of carrion flies.
The road backwards laid with visions
of gardens and mossy groves, but
at the end of the path were
teeth and claws.
Follow the Frost Shade,
Each step cracking the icy ground,
a beckoning call to turn away from
that false spring,
walk boldly into snow drifts,
thighs aching and breath shimmering
deep into your own winter.
Pull your resources inward,
the tundra of your chest a solid fortress,
murmuring reassurances quiet
in the cave of your black mouth.
Her white lashes heavy with frozen droplets, underneath
gray eyes shone brightly with the promise
not of a sun drenched dawn, but a perpetual midnight pall.
Moths caress cheeks and sated beasts lean in close for
warmth and the hopeful yearning of companionship.
Follow the Night Maiden,
Through beech tree forest, their many eyes
blinking in the iridescent gloom.
Her skin awash with starlight on an icy lake,
her blue veins delicate as moonflower petal,
her lips dark with blackberry juice, a spell
cast for sweetness and abundance.
She led you to the fathomless blue of
the scrying pool, where the moon removed
her halo and crowned the level head
a protector of your own heart.
***
If you liked this poem, follow the link to the poll in order to vote for it and read the other entries by talented writers: https://therealljidol.livejournal.com/1174937.html
*bleodswean does not have a strike and can be voted for. The entry is gorgeous, so make sure to give it a vote after reading.
The poll closes Sunday, Feb 13th at 8pm ET.