on the ramparts of beauty – dreams of bland perfection

Helen & Iphigenia

Aphrodite won
for romance defies logic
when goddesses war

once I saw Helen
on the ramparts of beauty
besieged on all sides

Helen was pretext
it was lust for gold that killed

to a hero wed
but not at Hymen’s altar
blood of innocence


cold ☆ between the stars
free and falling forever
we kissed ☆ breathlessly

o heavenly light!
lead me to the humble crib
where my angel sleeps

let me spread your wings
bring warmth to your lonely nest
sing for me, my love

my song is your song
a broadcast of harmony
in short longing waves

if ever you leave
only a shell would remain
brittle and broken 

and yet I would freeze
a stone amidst the ages
if only with you


sweet stiletto heels
I bask in admiration
of my suffering

my face hid behind
hands that sweep the leaves away
while the cobwebs grow

cascade of light
diamond chandelier
dripping facets

gospel truth
buried in the sand

there’s no escaping
the writing is on the wall
but papered over

a grave for a bed
acutely conscious of all
my circumflexes

fifty shades of grey
though printed in black and white
left many cheeks flushed

wave to the future
while we listen to the past
loopy universe!

Errant Thoughts

snowflakes shrouding the world in silence

knots and croissants miscounted by the dozen

assassin’s tea iced with lemon

cinnamon linux a breath of free air

bird seed flourishing beneath the feeder

crystal chandelier cascading facets

parallel lines converge at infinity brandy

white christmas dinner
round the oil barrel

a cup of tea
in a storm

a break at the seaside
glaciers make waves

I found you
and lost

crystallised and compacted
eating at the world

Snow White

on cold reflection
mirror mirror on the wall
incites a fury

unthinking beauty!
seven men with giant hearts
cannot defend her

o crafty apple!
to poison your prey with dreams
of bland perfection

Christmas & New Year

advent of the child
prised from sleep
by promise of chocolate

I write Christmas cards
using words received last year
so oft recycled

Amazon drop off
last minute delivery
ahead of Santa

Ho! Ho! Ho!
what a jolly fellow!
Santa’s wit sleighs me

my words are a gift
I keep them locked safe and hid
from carolling ghosts

a happy new year
seems ever more unlikely
with each that passes

celebrate the now
knowing that by tomorrow
now will be forgot

dies irae!
how this season of idle worship
stretches its feet…

About Frank

A Sci-Fi & Fantasy author and lyrical poet with a mild obsession for vampires, succubi, goddesses and Supergirl.
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3 Responses to on the ramparts of beauty – dreams of bland perfection

  1. Frank says:

    Included in Haiku Daily on Wednesday 30th December, 2015.

  2. BroadBlogs says:

    I’ve been taking a couple weeks off for the holidays. Interesting thoughts on Christmas and the new year. I wish you a happy new year anyway!

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