Mad Mary

Caught within seraphic symphonies…

echoing in the rain 

Deafening soul… choral intensity 

They’re drowning in world’s pain 

A kind of gothic Mary Poppins… 

beneath parasol I fly 

Away from the mental flogging… 

reality’s cat and nine 

For I don’t have wings of an angel…

more nyctophile than bat

Mind’s long been frayed and tangled…

Mad Hatter without hat 

On life’s Fibonacci staircase… 

I meditate, unwind 

Shake off societal interface…

open chakras, make aligned 

Tune into subliminal frequency…

of darkness and of light 

I revel in life’s duality… 

see clear with second sight

I don’t see death as journey’s end…

as cyclic are our lives 

Past, present… future’s recompense  

Let Karma be my guide   

I love to delve into shades of tinct… 

feed curiosity

Learn deeper meaning of all things… 

get lost in obscurity 

In days gone by, they’d have called me Witch

for my emoesque attire 

Crystal penchant, metaphysics itch… 

hedonist fuelled desires 

I’ll admit I’m slightly eccentric…

it’s a badge I wear with pride 

I’m a romantic, quite poetic, 

flamboyant introvert… inside 

A reluctant oxymoron… 

Murder, gently, the time 

I’m really quite the conundrum… 

I’m sure to blow your mind! 

But within this monochrome madness…

that some accept as life,

indentured to monetary sadness… 

suppressed by stress and strife 

I like to emanate nature…

her kaleidoscopic eyes

Flow free, cascade… I’m endangered!

I’m more… than meets the eye!

© Debbie Razey 2023 - Violet Moon Poetry