Writing Poetry
Some of Loreley Lucy's published poetry
Inferno's Zest
In the vacuum skull
Memento mori
Breezing whispers
Icy glances
Tortured hell
Flaming heaven
Your cross is on fire
You are double-crossed
Perpetuous lamentation
In ardent stillness
Sentiment flowing on black satin
Shroud of illuminated visions
Pieta on broken marble
Embracing thorns
Synchronizing vulgar myths
Teardrops on profound purple
Vigorous souls on sepient serpent
Sleepless treason
In creepy orchid garden
Sentinels afar
Non promising noughts
Fragmented scepters
No more
Fragments
Lost shadows
No more
Losing
Inferno's zest
No more
2006 © Loreley Lucy
Ghostly Lover
A wild flowers wreath
Upon waving gold
Catches his glimpse
Makes him jealous
His wrath tears his heart
His mind courts with the inevitable
Never before has he hated so
Never before has he adored so
His hands touch emptiness
His cry flies on silken roses
By the lake
Beneath bending birches
He recalls shadowy eyes
Flaming lips like glorious petals
Pale hands like poisonous birds
In the deep forest
He seeks for the ghostly lover
The lady of his soul
In the cradle of water lilies he
Falls into merciless dreams
And from the greenish emeralds
Under the moonlight she rises
For him alone
Playing the harp harmoniously
Singing a lullaby
Weaving his hair in an eternal
And never ending stillness
Pulling him
In her deep
Turquoise sleep
For ever.
2006 © Loreley Lucy
Vanishing Flesh
Don’t dream within dreams
Don’t turn away your mystic veil
From the fragments of my soul
On the innocence exile I am melting
Tearing spectrum into teardrops.
The velvet shroud of your crypt
Is scattering my breath away
On yellow autumn leaves I am pacing
Beneath my delirium visions
The endless chaos is tormenting me.
On my bosom your tender hand lay
On my forehead your silent breath rest
Eternal shadow of my jewel, shiver
Emerge from scraping darkness
To sacred flowery beds
On my lips your deep kiss sighs
Through my misty gown
Your cold hands
Embrace vanishing flesh…
2006 © Loreley Lucy
Spellbound
In my Rapid Eye Movement
in my darkest dreams
there emerges the most stunning shining
a supreme silver linen
of your shape
you beloved shadow
dressed in shower drops
of heavenly fables
Fate,
to you I don't bow
in you I don't trust
from you I everly decline
but is it you gracious fate
which is shaking my forsaken visions
turning them into
a sparkling fountain
is it you ruthless fate
which is revealing
the all white swans
lamenting before my wuthering eyes
within my burning core?
Might it be you
traveller of the wild tempest
who is whispering
in hidden realms
excavating the remains
of this bewildered beast
which is howling in the twilight?
It's your heart,
I finally reckoned,
faithful and bound
in a serpent's skin not found
but in a vessel
of pure benedictions
and earnest contradictions
challenging harshness
and grasping life
exfoliating the death lizzards
hunting away doom
and communing a sweet prelude
No sight could ever be so mellow
as that of your inner beehive
With this heart of thee
I'll ever
and for ever
pray to be
in your heart orchid
I am a spellbound
bee
2006 © Loreley Lucy
