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Translucent

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Photo by Rob Laughter on Unsplash

Eyes look

But do not see

Beneath this skin

The real me

All pain and sorrow

And sodden heart

A mind in turmoil

No work of art

Just desperate really

So reticent

To be centre stage

Not translucent

Thank you for reading
Richard

Richard M. Ankers
Author of the brand new steampunk extravaganza Britannia Unleashed.
Also Available:
The Eternals Series: The Eternals / Hunter Hunted / Into Eternity

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Rose Petal Dreams

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Photo by Meiying Ng on Unsplash

Laid hearts open, revealed and revered
Our eyes tug towards the moon
Always the moon
As we dream of rose petal skies

There are no stars to guide us
No cloudburst tears to wet our roots
They’re not needed
For we are dreamers of rose petal moments

Silver and gold may flow in our veins
Stain the ground in ventricular bursts
It’s never crimson
Not for dreamers of rose petal lies

There’s a chill upon him
And a heat upon you
Always so warm
Perhaps, from my rose petal dreams

Thank you for reading
Richard

Richard M. Ankers
Author of the brand new steampunk extravaganza Britannia Unleashed.
Also Available:
The Eternals Series: The Eternals / Hunter Hunted / Into Eternity

Coquette

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Photo by Alexandru Zdrobău on Unsplash

A look,
a raising of the eyes,
lashes batted,
half a smile,
the wiping of a lock,
the slightest cough,
flirtatious traits exaggerated
by an impudent desire
to remain single.  
This is the girl in the corner. 
This is the girl for me. 

Thank you for reading
Richard

Richard M. Ankers
Author of the brand new steampunk extravaganza Britannia Unleashed.

Cold, Cold, Love

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Photo by Kristopher Roller on Unsplash

Fingers entwine like November branches,
The chill offering pleasurable release;
There’s no benefit to being overly warm.
We swish amongst the decadent leaves
Raining down in shades of gone:
Ah, the bliss of the festering mind. 
A moment in the meadow is a lifetime on the sea;
Translucent waves like polished glass
Revealing only an inverse night. 
The hole looms like a collapsed bed,
And I can’t wait to draw the obsidian sheets high. 
A raven rattles a warning, or a joyful dirge,
Flapping wings to dispel the buzzing bats;
They’ve already consumed the flies.  
She bends low like an avalanche 
Destroying all I’ve ever known, been, seen.
I welcome it, her, this unmarked legacy, 
One colder than my heart. 
The impossible shades of an afterlife found
Embrace this shell and pop out a nutlike soul. 
And though I wish to scream ‘come back’
She spins a maelstrom, shifting time and tide for me,
Only for me, always for me, as she ever has and ever will.
For though our cold, cold love is abhorrent to most,
The universe has just gained two more stars.

Thank you for reading
Richard

Richard M. Ankers
Author of the brand new steampunk extravaganza Britannia Unleashed.

Lost in Worlds

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Lost in Worlds

Lost in worlds so far removed
From time, and tide, and thought
Above the clouds, beneath the sea
Floating in-between
Preferring views not seen but felt
For I am but a man
As sand, I’m filtering
Through the hourglass, now
For each and all to see

Thank you for reading
Richard

Richard M. Ankers
Author of the brand new steampunk extravaganza Britannia Unleashed.

Cerebral Attack

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Image courtesy Bethany Szentesi Unsplash.com

—
Scissors cut these eyes
Sever all they’ve seen
Push harder, deeper, further
Slice away stem dreams 

—

Delve new holes to Hades
Silver blades to black
Echoes born of memories
This cerebral attack

Thank you for reading
Richard

Richard M. Ankers
Author of the brand new steampunk extravaganza Britannia Unleashed.

LESS

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There’s less of me now
I dissipate daily
One emotion at a time
Falling from grace
Like a rock from a cliff
Shards of me crumbling
Just crumbling away
Less than a person
Worse than a ghost
Grey eyes dispersing a gloom
That permeates this soul

Freedom deserts me
I’m no longer myself
Walking the high wire
In concrete boots
Awaiting the plummet
Whilst watching birds fly
So far and so free
Wondering if angels do too
I’m less than I was
There’s less of me now
With never enough to save

Thank you for reading
Richard

Richard M. Ankers
Author of the brand new steampunk extravaganza Britannia Unleashed.