Nocturnal spice


You whisper to the darkness; wishful truths
believing that the moon is there for you
believing night can bring eternal youth
believing that the clotted blood is dew

In fall the apple’s core is full of rot,
the worm consumes it from within.
Your fruit’s a vessel for what once was hot,
a victim for your cigarettes and gin.

And when your mirror’s draped in velvet cloth
to hide insomnia lies that morning tells,
You crave for darkness, you are the moth
who settled, waiting for a midnight spell.

My muse, you are nocturnal spice
a butterfly that burns like ice

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August 11, 2015

28 responses to “Nocturnal spice

  1. Your fruit’s a vessel for what once was hot,
    a victim for your cigarettes and gin.

    One lets off the opportunity of a good night’s sleep in place of whiling away with fags and liquor. A night person may have fun but miss out on other things. True observation Bjorn!

    Hank

  2. Wow! What a great sonnet, Bjorn. You convey the sense of mystery so well and the final couplet is splendid!

  3. I’m liking your muse, Bjorn. She’s a lady after my heart.
    Your second verse appeals to me as well, I eat around the worm of the ‘new’ apple.
    Finally I like the rhyme, makes me want to write more that way.

  4. “Your fruit’s a vessel for what once was hot,
    a victim for your cigarettes and gin.” Brought a smile … then a cringe. The stuff of good writing.

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