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Catharsis

by Joseff Marat

I remember your words
beautifully written in rose blood
hazy opium petals of yellow and pink
paizely tapestries adorn your secret room

upon your wall is a portrait
a delicate structure of resentment
of gothic solitude and pain induced lust
the chains of silver blades speckled red begin to rust

the acrid vapor of a high society gent's cigarette gracefully dances under the shroud of moonlight
it carries, piercing the dense fog across the moor

under the cobbled street lamp
is the heavy hoof;
a mans silhouette in a carriage of demon horses

that frantic movement; a blur
drunk on the ether of surrealism
the ambiance rich with blossom
incense, chartreuse, and ruby porte

deep, red padded wallpaper and a mahogany dais
a small yellow light with a shade attracts a moth
death and grey overtake the room with dust and cobwebs
reaching for the blood, before returning

that sudden reality removes strength
the shadows of the room become carrion crows
reverberating cries become your thoughts
and a color in your skin begins to show

you fade as to the fall;
dead leaves become spring flowers
you return to that afternoon in the garden
change to pale and ice; a morph to beckoned winter

09/28/2005

Author's Note: NOTES: The first person to hear this described it as morose. I related it to Poe's work. Poe was crazy and drugged. So was Oscar Wilde (to my knowledge). This is significant because this was written in retrospect to "The Portrait of Dorian Gray". This is definately the darkest thing that I've ever written. I wouldn't label it the best though. I feel that it's mind behind it was not worthy of any praise it may recieve - because - I feel the dark or gothic poetry is easy to write. I think this is the reason there is so much. I catagorize poetry about obsession, sex, greed, idolatry, death, anything immoral as to this catagory. This is followed by so called 'love' poetry. Evil and wrong is always easier and is always the first resort for everyone in everything. Generally, however, it can be, in it's way, very beautiful. Effort is required to achieve the good and worthy.

Posted on 09/28/2005
Copyright © 2024 Joseff Marat

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Anita Mac on 09/29/05 at 03:54 AM

It did remind me of Dorian Gray.

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