Posted in Poetry

The Magician


You are the 
magician
 
pulling my 
heart from that 
black hat

You hold that 
fragile organ 
on the tip of 
your tongue

to be cut out 
with a phrase

to leave it 
exposed 
is risking the 
darkness

I willingly risk
it all

to be another 
participant 

in your 
magic show

Copyright (C) 2022 Penny Wilson


Posted in Poetry, Writing

Twisted Spell



She studied lore and craft
Her heart’s desire to obtain.

She used bat’s wings and chants
And even a little wolfbane.

She locked him in a cage
And cast spells on him each night.

She summoned demons and beasts
And trolls by moonlight.

She took flight with Count Dracula
To learn of his secrets.

Nothing she tried seemed to work
Was this man her weakness?

Finally, defeated
She turned him loose one day.

She said “although I love you
You must be on your way”.

“Your love is what I’ve desired
But it can’t be earned like this.

Before you leave my home
Would you grant me just one kiss?”

He looked at her with kindness
And took her hand with care.

He pulled her close and kissed her
And then he gave her such a glare.

“Although I’ve kissed your lips most foul
You’ll not live to see another nightfall

I am a warlock casting my own spell
I'll turn you into a rat; quite small.”

Before his eyes, she shrank
And began to grow a snout.

She scampered away quickly
To look for a way out.

Before you cast a spell
on the man of the moment.

Use caution, for he may seek revenge
by turning you into a rodent.

Copyright © 2022 Penny Wilson

*Happy Halloween All!   I hope you enjoyed!  🙂

Posted in Poetry

The Heart Does Not Forget

tickles from
the stubble of your beard

the smile at
the corners of your mouth

were your eyes 
the color of the sea?
or were they
rainy day grey?

I forget

the scent of your skin
in the dark

forgotten

when your hand touched mine
did my blood race?

many things 
forgotten

but, love

the heart
does not
forget 

Copyright © 2019 Penny Wilson
*Although an older post, I like it. I hope you do too. 
Posted in Poetry

Part of Me

North Umpqua River, Douglas County, Oregon
The sun kissed my cheek, 
but it was your lips 
that touched me.

The breeze caressed my skin, 
but it was your arms 
that encircled me.

The scent of honeysuckle, 
is little compensation 
for the scent of your skin.

My eyes are closed, 
for your eyes are what 
I dream of.

I can feel your heartbeat 
under my fingertips
and hear it in my head.

With me.  
Within me.  
You are a part of me.  
Always.

Copyright (C) 2022 Penny Wilson

*While cleaning up some Very Old posts, I came across an older
version of this. I liked it, so I decided to revise it for its
2022 debut. I hope you enjoy. ❤ 
Posted in Poetry

Living With the Wind

Image by Engin Akyurt from Pixabay
She loved living 
with the wind
 
Her feet on the ground 
and her head in the clouds 

The wind took her 
by the hand and
she followed

Like a kite 
not meant to be 
earthbound 
 
She bestowed her love 
with abandon 
but her attentions 
were brief

For the wind
would call to her

Yet, like a fragrance 
you can't quite name...

for a few, 
she lingered
 
For those, 
she left longing 
in the night
never to be forgotten

And those few
whispered her name

Seeking the girl
living with the wind

  
Copyright (C) 2021 Penny Wilson
*Inspired by the poem by Charles Lindholm "She Had a Gypsy Heart" 

Posted in Poetry

Reprised-Eternally Bound

The moon whispers 
his secrets
only to the sea

the sea rushes
to him
faint with passion

surging against the shore
reaching for her love

the moon blushes darker
swollen with desire

these lovers
distant lovers

each
never to caress
the other

yet
eternally bound

Copyright (C) 2021 Penny Wilson
*This is an older piece of mine that I came across and
decided to reprise it. It's one I've always really
liked. The idea of the moon and the sea in love with
each other but never being able to touch.
Posted in Poetry, Writing

When Dreams End

Image by Enrique Meseguer from Pixabay 
*By Penny Wilson And Charles Robert Lindholm

Deep asleep 
and dreaming 

The vision 
of your face 

Came to me 
last night 

With sweet lips smiling 
and your eyes sparkling

You came to         
hold my hand                   
and walk with me
down memory lane     

I felt your touch 
and saw our love  

I can't wait until
the dreams end
and we can be 
together again

Dancing with the angels

where we have a 
never ending future
to share 

Copyright © 2021 Penny Wilson And Charles Robert Lindholm
All Rights Reserved – 05-26-2021 

*My Dear Friend, Chuck over at The Reluctant Poet collaborated with me on 
this poem. We bounced the piece back & forth via emails until we came up with
what you see here. It was a joy to work with Chuck. I hope you enjoy our
endeavor and that you will take a moment and visit Chuck's blog too!

Posted in Poetry

Another Dream

I awake 
from another
dream and you were right here  I touched you I know I did I come back to myself
as your scent lingers I close my eyes an attempt to hold you to recall your last caress I ache for your touch it's no use you’re not here leave my heart be  stay out of my dreams Damn you

Copyright (C) 2021 Penny Wilson
Posted in Poetry

Telling My Secrets to the Stars

I awoke

with a start. 

The taste

of your kiss

still lingering

on my lips. 

For answers

I look

to the night sky,

telling my secrets

to the stars. 

The man in the moon

listens

but offers

no guidance.

Copyright (C) 2021 Penny Wilson