THE STORM MAIDEN by David Erdos

 

THE STORM MAIDEN

 

  

Under this night, I do not excuse your betrayal.
You are at the gate draped in shadow.
Having sucked on the dark, you are fuelled.

My enemy bred from hope, we have fallen
So very far from first bargain, to a defiled place
In which darkness could not pre-determine,

Or, re-educate love's lost school. I am simply
The caretaker now for the ruined room you rule over.
In a crushing gale weep all windows and the soon stalled

Doors howl and wail. The. weather broadcasts out
From the heart, towards the current separations of people,
And away from the world we were part of, and onto

A plain where the bodies and the boxes that house
Crave fresh nails. The point of possibility fails.
Or, pales, if viewed in a mirror. I turn away

But still see you as you become the sword in sharp
Sunlight, or, the spite in cloud crying that spurs
The succeeding rain into hale.  You are in the walls

And the way in which I mark my path on the carpet.
You listen unwittingly perhaps to the darkness
You've granted while bartering still with new light.

Which no longer finds me, as you live your life
With new lovers; who are merely those you fall
Close to, or, with whom you are brought into contact.

Now that we are torn from the touching, fire fed
As we stumbled and fell through hope's birth for love's
Plight. And so, the evenings's weather corrupts

As you continue to be my fouled climate.
In the unclaimed air, those ghost kisses
Become all the more wild and haunting

When I recognise that storm laden
They stem from mouths who are living
And breathing beyond and despite.

We are under separate airs and divergent paths
And were always.As this wind howls and horrors,
Our surrendered two gain foresight. For we are all

Weather now. as wish shattering wind sends you
Skyward. The betrayals I felt have been licensed.
So, as the burden breaks I'll dare darkness

To deliver you back at some moment.
Perhaps in that final breath before dying,
But certainly not now, not tonight.




 David Erdos August 26th 2020













For more poems from David Erdos visit The Corona Diaries collection 



David Erdos is an actor, writer, director with over 300 professional credits. He is a published poet, playwright, essayist and illustrator. He has lectured on all disciplines in theatre and film for leading performing arts colleges, schools and universities around the world. His books include EASY VERSES FOR DIFFICULT TIMES, THE SCAR ON THE CLOUD, OIL ON SILVER, NEWS FROM MARS, CHANGING PLACES WITH LIGHT (penniless press) and BYZANTIUM with the photographer Max Reeves. He is a contributing editor for The International Times and maker of documentaries all over the world. David’s work has been acclaimed by many leading figures including Harold Pinter, Heathcote Williams, Alan Moore, Andrew Kotting, Chris Petit and Iain Sinclair in whose recent book THE LAST LONDON, David features. He can be reached at David.erdos@sky.com.

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