Posted in Poetry

Between the Lies


You loved me, once.
I loved you too. 

We thought our story 
would be different. 

We would beat the odds, 
we were sure.

First we lied to ourselves, 
that it wouldn't happen to us.
 
Then we lied to each other, 
pretending everything was alright.
 
Finally, we lied to the world, 
putting on the masks.

Somewhere between the lies 
is where my heart lived. 

Copyright (C) 2022 Penny Wilson All Rights Reserved
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

Promise Me the Sea

  
I want sunrises 
with salt 
on your lips and 
me in your arms.
 
I want passions 
on the sand;  
our skin tanned 
from the sun 
and wet from the surf.

The rush of the tide 
to match our 
desires.

Let me see 
tomorrow 
in your eyes

Promise me
the sea.   

Copyright (C) 2022 Penny Wilson All Rights Reserved
Posted in Poetry

Endless Summer


You smelled of 
Patchouli

The Stones were on 
the turntable

Smoke 
was in the air

Boone's Farm Strawberry was
the flavor of your kisses

That summer,
endless

Our youth, more powerful 
than we ever knew

We were bulletproof 
and would live forever

Tomorrow 
was a given

Copyright (C) 2022 Penny Wilson All Rights Reserved