
sweetest surrender
ebony to tangerine
a chorus of birds
Thank you for reading
Richard
Richard M. Ankers
Author of the brand new steampunk extravaganza Britannia Unleashed.
sweetest surrender
ebony to tangerine
a chorus of birds
Thank you for reading
Richard
Richard M. Ankers
Author of the brand new steampunk extravaganza Britannia Unleashed.
Eyes like the heavens
full of wonder, sheer bliss,
alive in this darkness,
her gift, softest kiss.
She dreams of lost comets
and obsidian deaths,
for in all of my multiverse,
there’s only Celeste.
Thank you for reading
Richard
Richard M. Ankers
Author of the brand new steampunk extravaganza Britannia Unleashed.
Thank you for reading
Richard
Richard M. Ankers
Author of the brand new steampunk extravaganza Britannia Unleashed
Don’t hold me to the mountain
Don’t pin me to the sea
The air is all I ask for
I crave it desperately
Don’t slice me with a raindrop
Don’t strike me with a cloud
Just freedom in the moment
I lift my eyes unbowed
Don’t kill me with these falsehoods
Don’t put me in a hole
You think that I am desperate
But you don’t own my soul
Don’t club me with a toothpick
Don’t hang me with a tie
Because I’m there already
My friends, this is goodbye
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Richard
Richard M. Ankers
Author of the brand new steampunk extravaganza Britannia Unleashed.
Indefinite, she rises
A sombre shade of grey
Melancholy by her movements
Spectral by the day
Licking at the sunset
She pokes the dawn away
This ghost is acting strangely
This ghost of Anna-May
–
A charcoal wash, her paintbrush
In gloaming, she will pray
To those willing to hear her
To listen to what she’ll say
For screaming’s not so fearsome
In a misting winter bay
Where she leads the dead from water
As they set their feet on clay
–
To fear her, is to see her
Unadulterated fay
She who walked amongst us
Now drifts here to betray
The ones who marked her passing
The ones who sparked foul play
But most of all once lovers
This man who writes to pay
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Richard
Richard M. Ankers
Author of the brand new steampunk extravaganza Britannia Unleashed.
Hours pass in endless judgements
Arguments of self
There is no winner
Can be no winner
Just the ticking from the shelf
Reminders from the mantle
Motioning of time
That I’m a sinner
Soul’s growing thinner
‘Cross this solitary line
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Richard
Richard M. Ankers
Author of the brand new steampunk extravaganza Britannia Unleashed
Wind in the rafters
The unordained flap their robes
Echoes of silence
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Richard
Richard M. Ankers
Author of the brand new steampunk extravaganza Britannia Unleashed
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We grieve as one
We weep as one
Yet, we are two
There is no line
No demarcation
No definitive split
Not for us
Not now
We pray as one
We rest together
Yet, we are two
We share a shadow
One not on the ground
One lost to be found
Somewhere
Elsewhere
We plan as one
We think the same
Yet, we are two
We leave as one
Strapped together
Stapled at the heart
Bound by love
And love lost
We are two ones
Who once were three
Yet, we are two
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Richard
Richard M. Ankers
Author of the brand new steampunk extravaganza Britannia Unleashed.
heavy these moments
of enforced dusk and darkness
softly falling stones
drums beating out the timelines
of different lives and places
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Richard
Richard M. Ankers
Author of the brand new steampunk extravaganza Britannia Unleashed
cover the lilies in trailing silk
delicacy wrapped in more
what once was white protected now
no fear of winter’s chill
—
when days are dark, colder still
from the window, I shall watch
the frozen lake of captured ghosts
my Lily being but one
Thank you for reading
Richard
Richard M. Ankers
Author of the brand new steampunk extravaganza Britannia Unleashed.
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