Mixed media image and poem ©Debbie Berk 2017
In this living that is not…
all that is left of the sacred are the sorrows lost to the mourning shadows of shame in the deep wounds of knowing of no tomorrows to come, of hearing no callings of death beyond, no voices of hope, not one to welcome us home but only the silence of a whispered prayer screaming into…
Dark Valentine
My dark distant, melancholy dreamer raven on your shoulder and the night muse whispering in your ear as the moon beckons pick up your quill reach deep into the ghost of your longing, wake and break the spell of your enchanted sleepers open the scar, deep as the grave keeper of the heart and a never…
Butterfly
Fly leave darkness far behind, kiss the ghosts goodbye Fly Butterfly, fly and I’ll see you on the other side of this death. new flesh so do not cry but Fly Butterfly, fly on these dying wings of hope to new life reaching high so just fly, yes Fly keep flying my…
To Feed The Dead
Reaching into the abyss reaching back with fingertips stained black as the night of this lost soul searching the shadows of the dark for a warm beating heart only to return all the more cold all the more empty and my restless ghost all the more hungry © Debbie Berk
