Rose

Posted by kitperriman on October 13, 2021

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 16, 2021

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 22, 2021

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 25, 2021

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 June 10, 2021

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 June 1, 2021

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 20, 2021

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)

Voyager

Posted by kitperriman on May 7, 2021

A return to earth

for tending and restoration

is simply another phase

on the journey of Self.

(Kit Perriman)

(Photo: Kit Perriman)

Arbor Day

Posted by kitperriman on April 30, 2021

Likewise a novel

Grown from the roots of history

Is nurtured to life.

(Kit Perriman)

(Photo: Public Domain)

Selene

Posted by kitperriman on April 29, 2021

I refuse to vanish or set

when gravity tugs me to earth

in a blaze of gore or glory –

to wane to nothingness beyond

a slice of ashen promise –

And I will not slide quietly by

a masculine smothering of power –

for the damage will already be done.

Have you seen how moonlight blazes so hard

it slips beyond any brute shadow?

(Kit Perriman)

(Painting: Victor Florence Pollett)

Kit Perriman

The Hill – A Historical Novel About Witches

Tag Archives: Kit Perriman poems

Rose

Feral

Advent

Plea To Artemis

Ink Goddess

Quickening

Styx

Voyager

Arbor Day

Selene