The First Temptation

Posted by kitperriman on December 14, 2022

Do you think a look

in the crystal vault of wanting

can secretly covet

without red’s betraying blush –

that some unsteady charm

will fool a close observer

and open the portal

on all of that heady rush?

(Kit Perriman)

(Photo: Public Domain)

Blessed Be

Posted by kitperriman on October 21, 2022

BLESSED BE

Don’t overlook me

or underestimate my power –

I rock in the darkness of night

on a misty bower.

The clouds troll my words

and carry my message on air –

slashing the canvas of space with

a shadowy tear.

There’s fascination

veiled in many disguises –

but some seek only the darkling

feral surprises.

I glow beyond time

like an ancient wayward daughter

birthed of the moon – You can simply

call me an author.

(Kit Perriman)

(Photo: Public Domain)

Rose

Posted by kitperriman on October 5, 2022

ROSE

You gave me a rose

in the bandaged wraps

of winter. Plucked of

the heart. Pulsating,

dripping with love and

valued more than blood

rubies.

Just a small

gesture. Rich spiral

of life, juxtaposed

on frosted snow sheets –

but oh! so poignant.

(Kit Perriman)

Feral

Posted by kitperriman on August 5, 2022

A wild woman born

has many flagons of magic

(and still other dungeons

remain in cobweb clasps)

She can drop her spells as stepping stones to glamor

turning each lock behind

in the black labyrinth.

(Kit Perriman)

(Photo: Public Domain)

Advent

Posted by kitperriman on July 13, 2022

The sky is crying rain drips

through the lashes of the tree

and in an instant splish-splash

summer’s gone

and we feel It coming.

(Kit Perriman)

(Photo: Kit Perriman)

Plea To Artemis

Posted by kitperriman on June 22, 2022

How much more do you want of me, Mistress Moon

blinking your chimera’s eye, stirring my cells

in time to the moody lull of your barbarous beat,

intent on my submission, more white

than shark’s teeth, colder than icebergs, and broody – endlessly throbbing?

(Kit Perriman)

(Photo: Public Domain)

Ink Goddess

Posted by kitperriman on May 31, 2022

Push sagacious eyes beyond

the tattooed patterned coating –

disregard the holy flesh

and seek within,

without . . .

(Kit Perriman)

(Photo: Public Domain)

Quickening

Posted by kitperriman on May 24, 2022

I am wearing my life

like the gecko dons its skin –

ready to split at a moment’s notice

and leave all behind in the past.

(Kit Perriman)

(Picture: Public Domain)

Styx

Posted by kitperriman on May 11, 2022

I crossed over in the night for the very first time –

just floated serene and lonely

on coffee-brown water that lapped at my raft, unfelt.

I was not so much frightened as stricken with awe –

full of no earthly sensation

but the rushing of time, propelling me on and on.

Then at some exact moment – the slate horizon

cracked like a splintering egg-shell

and strange orange light bled through the fissures of dark.

It was not yet my time.

(Kit Perriman)

(Photo: Kit Perriman)

Arbor Day

Posted by kitperriman on April 29, 2022

Likewise a novel

Grown from the roots of history

Is nurtured to life.

(Kit Perriman)

(Photo: Public Domain)

Kit Perriman

The Hill – A Historical Novel About Witches

Tag Archives: Kit Perriman poems

The First Temptation

Blessed Be

Rose

Feral

Advent

Plea To Artemis

Ink Goddess

Quickening

Styx

Arbor Day