BANSHEE

BANSHEE
I saw a shadowy figure
in Duckett’s Grove
She was darkness
Her flowing gray hair
mussed
as if she was caught an a strong wind
But the air was still this night
It grew cold
bone chilling cold
I could see my breath
I could see my breath
this night
in July
This figure
This darkness
This specter
wore a shroud
and it too blew in the phantom wind
Then this shadow
this darkness
this curse
opened her mouth
and let out a shrill scream
that pierced the night
She was Banshee
and she felled me
in Duckett’s Grove.
Kathy Keogh

 

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ASHES
He took a match
to my dreams
and with a pint of turpentine
lit up my nightmares
so bright
that they burned for years
Red embers
still
smolder
in my eyes
He took a crystal vase
that Naomi gave me
I found her
lying on the floor
not breathing
and saved her
I loved that vase
He knew that
so he broke it
and cut himself with it
pieces of flesh
and hair and blood
clung to it
and in his blood
he wrote his manifesto
on the white walls
of my home
His hate
written in blood
The fireplace roared
burning
all my poems
and paintings
and stories
and songs
Ashes now
Ashes now
Ashes.
Kathy Keogh

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EXCAVATING MY HEART

EXCAVATING MY HEART
Buried in 5’6″ of dirt
and peat
I begin an archeological dig on my heart
With my flat blade shovel
I gingerly dig into the hard earth
I spot my heart
I get my trowel and assorted brushes
I gently brush away the years
A screen is essential when excavating a heart
As I sift through the years
I find lockets and diamonds, baby shoes,
misshapen golden rings, old poems and broken vases
I record all of the found items
I brush the last of the dirt away
I find my well worn heart
it still beats
Mended breaks and fissures are evident
Today I dug up my heart
and covered it back up with Hope and Star Dust.
Kathy Keog

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THREAD

THREAD
Sometimes the thread
on which faith hangs
is thin
and twisting in the
wind
Sometimes
that thread
that thin thread
that thin twisting thread
is enough.
Kathy Keogh

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WRITTEN IN SMOKE

You drew love
like works of art
carved it deep
into my heart
i look around and you’re not here
with all the words you spoke so clear
It was in your eyes
to have and to hold
Love was only lies
written in smoke

Like a dream
I can’t awake
My poor heart can only break
I believed with all my might
but it was all a play of light
The cold wind blows
The cold wind blows it all away

kathy keogh

 

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HIS HEART BEATS

His heart beats to Jazz
Missing a beat
here and
there
Improvising
Living in the emotion
of the moment
Spontaneous
Oblivious to being
misunderstood
He scats his love to me
My heart beats in 4/4 time
The rhythm of walking
Born from the Blues
Straight forward
unapologetic
with a back beat
My voice cracks
as I confess my love
it rhymes
Our eyes dance.
Kathy Keogh.

 

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NOVEMBER

It’s been November
and it’s raining
3:30 in the morning
No one to call
No one will answer
It’s been November
since you left me
so many years ago
The moon leads
I’m a shadow dancer
I’m Richard Burton,
and I shake and shake
I’m tired of the nightmares
and the creaks and groans
of living in November.
It’s been November
It’s been November
I am November.
Kathy Keogh.

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