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when dark gave birth to light
by Michele Schottelkorbquietly she steps
amongst the black wilted roses
littered on the floor
tiptoeing softly
through the broken bones
attempting to heal...
blood drips silently
from a crack in the ceiling
into a crystal lake
a cobweb of dreams
sits on a shelf
collecting like a magnet
white lace protrudes from her wrists
a black velvet coat touches her ankles
a blade of love
presents itself
and plunges deep
into the unknown
slicing the world in which she lives
breaking open the gates
of despair that she is accustomed to
and allowing a river of life to flow
~cascading on darkness
and begating the light
she still hugs her black rose
her velvet robes and dark musick
for they are who she is
but
she now also embraces
the light which appears
under the door
03/17/2003 Posted on 04/25/2003
Copyright © 2025 Michele Schottelkorb
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 09/20/04 at 02:10 PM It is difficult to say with ease, this is this and this is that, but not so off the mark for me to say, Michele this is one of your best efforts. got me in the gut and I wrench with joy. |
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