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
Björn Rudbergs writings 
Rather dark and sad, but well written, Bjorn.
Wonderful, moody piece. Great use of the form, and your language is lush. Brilliant!
Moody, with some great language…
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
A powerful midnight spell I guess!
Very spicy! Great rhymes and rhythm and a rather surprising character– but I am glad you speak for the decadent! thanks, Bjorn. K.
Nicely done. 🙂 Enjoyed it.
Wow! What a great sonnet, Bjorn. You convey the sense of mystery so well and the final couplet is splendid!
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.
Amazing!
Loved the closing lines!! Gorgeous work 🙂
Our muse must hang out during the day.
So much happens under cover of darkness!
love those last two lines, you really say it well.
I love the closing couplet.
WOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! A fantastic write, especially the butterfly that burns like ice. Stellar writing, my friend. Whew!
love that butterfly that “burns like ice”. Nice balance of passion and pain.
“The moth who settled.” I’ve been there…
Sexy. *fans self*
Loved the imagery of this. Well done.
Mighty intriguing write…smoky images and all.
you are digital vs film photography
Nocturnal spice indeed!!…Muse has to be that…i like the butterfly-moth contrast as well…the couplet is magical…
Your muse inspires wonderful sonnets!
Wow, the images in this poem are brilliant, and I really felt, while reading, like you are speaking directly to me.
A wonderful depiction of the love hate relationships our muses sometimes evoke
Lovely take on the prompt
“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.