A sequence of short poems on a dark theme.
Photo ©Rennett Stowe

Black violets clutched in your fist,
Cloying perfume from beyond the dark,
No light in your eyes,
No words on your tongue,
To answer a silent plea,
Hope that claws from a hollow heart,
Take me back to your shadows.
Lunar landscape of my heart,
Crawls with black holes of despair,
Where even screams are silent,
Smothered in fog and filthy air.
The silence between us is heavy as lead,
Black as pitch,
And cold as an arctic wind,
Yet I remember,
How once it was red with passion,
Fierce as a vengeful robin,
And light as a summer breeze.
Water pocked
with raindrops pitted
quicksilver flowing
and filling so fast
I lose track of the reason
you left me here
with empty hands
in the falling rain.