Lucent Laces

 Lucent laces linger between us still

Worn words wager; of you I’ll n’er be healed

But when your heart bleeds... I must stop its spill 

Wanting to break free but not wishing you ill

Praying my Pandora heart... will stay sealed 

Lucent laces linger between us still

Your bonnie blues blind me to your cruel will

How heartless... heinous, is your appeal

But when your heart bleeds... I must stop its spill 

Wanted warm words... yours are sharpened to kill

Overt mine eyes but my love won’t conceal 

Lucent laces linger between us still

Angelic Adonis; your presence chills

Wounds split, re-open from hatred you wield 

But when your heart bleeds... I must stop its spill 

Dreams... delirium; unsurpassed your skill

I can still taste the blood as it congealed 

You were the hammer; I was your anvil 

Lucent laces linger between us still

But when your heart bleeds... I must stop its spill 

© Debbie Razey - Violet Moon Poetry 2020

Violet

 

Cottage garden... bees in the foxgloves

Pansies I picked for my Nanna’s grave 

Once was a child blackberry picking 

Cherub face and hands greedily stained

Lancashire Fells awash in heather 

Pastel waves in sunset, solstice skies 

Fingerprints I left on fine linen

After eating Grandma’s home-baked pies

Rich amethyst which is my birthstone 

Upon finger; a silver band, set  

Guitar painted and highly lacquered

Snuggling under my fluffy blanket 

My first pair of velvet Doc Martens 

My wardrobe transcends all of its shades  

Wrapper of favourite chocolate

Relief... aura as a migraine fades

My lips, when I’ve had too much Merlot 

Intoxicated... impassioned kiss 

Moonlight shines on our slumber’s satin

Where I show you how much you’ve been missed 

Milky Way and all of her wonder

Imbrued, violet majestic tones

A colour that tastes of my childhood 

Feels like... being naked, in your arms 

Smells of baking day and wildflowers 

Speaks of nature’s bounty... Summer skies 

Seen from my mind’s eye, at crown chakra 

Promotes compassion, peace and insight 

To me, it’s more than just a pigment

Or how I choose to furnish in tones

It’s a state of mind; a vibration 

It’s fond memories... essence of home 

It’s the name I gave to my daughter

It’s the accent of our wedding day 

It’s in painted words of poetry 

It’s how I’ll be remembered... someday 

©  Debbie Razey 2020 - Violet Moon Poetry.

Still... life

Souls aching in emptiness

Drowning in vast voids of endless pain  

Our fear, further fuelling, utter... desolate hate   

Lit pyres ignite more anger 

Grief laden souls untethered, become

In vortex bereft of gravity, we... succumb 

Displaced dance in the darkling 

Fell from the illumined, illustrious path

Ground beneath subsided; under heinous wrath   

The dawn’s lost notes are chiming  

Calls us back to her bosom’s embrace

Reminds us of compassion; love... we may still taste 

As warm tears cleanse from heaven

We no longer feel alone  

Active our minds at slumber

As we thaw from bitter stones

Molten, upon horizon   

Trapped hearts pirouette in clouds 

Touch stars within each other 

Caress away furrowed brows 

Free to paint a new future  

Bathe in sun’s elixir kiss

Remove the past’s spoiled tarnish 

Let hope; fill up what’s been missed  

Won't you walk with me brothers? 

Sisters, will you take my hand?  

Let’s follow in brave footsteps 

Bleed forgiveness like the sand

Find truth in serenity 

In the lapping of the waves

Be whole in nature’s wonders 

Lift life out of trauma’s stains 

Clear our lens of perceptions 

Find ourselves in solitude 

With love’s pallet, colour life 

Paint in light, our dreary hues 

 

Look upon your reflection 

Though distorted, is there light?

’Cause if there’s still a glimmer

All’s not lost, there is still... life.

©  Debbie Razey 2020 - Violet Moon Poetry.