Dark Thoughts

Dark Thoughts

In my darkness
there is light
from the flames
that you have doused
with the oil of discontent
A fire rages
Burning fury
In my fiery furnace
I imagine a snake-like neck
Twisting, elongating
as a corkscrew
pulling your heart
through your head
before it explodes
Scorched words
of contrition
fly from your mouth
and lay burning
on the ground
Until all that remains
are ashes of what
you once were
 
 
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Sanaa is hosting D'Verse Poets tonight and has
prompted us with Gothic Poetry.

For today’s Poetics, I would like you to write
a Gothic poem and explore the question:
“Which according to you are the deepest,
darkest and most concealed of human emotions?”

Image by Rudy and Peter Skitterians from Pixabay 

  28 comments for “Dark Thoughts

  1. sanaarizvi
    December 15, 2020 at 7:52 pm

    This is absolutely stellar writing, Christine! You give a whole new definition to “fury,”.. one of the most concealed human emotions. I love; “Scorched words of contrition fly from your mouth and lay burning on the ground.” Thank you so much for adding your voice to the prompt 💝💝

    • Christine Bolton
      December 15, 2020 at 8:24 pm

      Thank you so much Sanaa. Yes fury, right up there with evil, dark thoughts 😳😦

  2. December 15, 2020 at 8:22 pm

    Ooh powerful! Love it the burn 🔥

    • Christine Bolton
      December 16, 2020 at 8:12 am

      Thanks Paula. The prompt was to go dark 😳

  3. Christine Bolton
    December 15, 2020 at 8:25 pm

    Thanks Paula. The prompt was to go dark 😳

  4. December 15, 2020 at 8:57 pm

    A haunting tale of betrayal Christine. Well written.

    • Christine Bolton
      December 15, 2020 at 11:54 pm

      Hey thanks Rob! I really appreciate it ☺️

  5. December 15, 2020 at 9:46 pm

    Superb, stunning, scary…
    https://youtu.be/I8ahZhfdRA8

    • Christine Bolton
      December 15, 2020 at 11:53 pm

      Thanks my friend ☺️💕

  6. December 15, 2020 at 10:31 pm

    Wonderful poetry Christine

    • Christine Bolton
      December 15, 2020 at 11:53 pm

      Thanks Sadje 🥰

      • December 16, 2020 at 12:16 am

        You’re welcome 😉

  7. December 16, 2020 at 2:35 am

    I love this 🙂

    And also I am amused that this is on a website called “Poetry for Healing” 🤭

    -David

    • Christine Bolton
      December 16, 2020 at 8:15 am

      Yes Ben. Unless we recognize what drives us or what we hang on to, there is no healing. Darkness is in all of us. We learn how to filter it, hopefully! ☺️ Thanks for visiting. I appreciate it so much.

      • December 16, 2020 at 12:56 pm

        It was well worth the visit 🙂

        -David

  8. December 16, 2020 at 4:10 am

    A furious metaphor of flame, Christine! There is a hiss in the lines:
    ‘there is light
    from the flames
    that you have doused
    with the oil of discontent’
    and
    ‘…a snake-like neck
    Twisting, elongating
    as a corkscrew
    pulling your heart
    through your head’.
    I also love the sounds and image in the phrase ‘scorched words of contrition’.

    • Christine Bolton
      December 16, 2020 at 8:17 am

      Dear Kim, thank you so much for your kind words. I really appreciate it. ☺️💕 I hope you have a very Happy Christmas.

      • December 16, 2020 at 9:50 am

        And a merry Christmas to you too, Christine!

  9. December 16, 2020 at 3:16 pm

    Those are very very dark thoughts.

    • Christine Bolton
      December 16, 2020 at 10:42 pm

      Yes they were 😦. Unfiltered to say the least!

  10. December 16, 2020 at 3:31 pm

    The darkness inside has a way of changing us if we cannot keep it at bay.

    • Christine Bolton
      December 16, 2020 at 10:41 pm

      Yes as Sanaa said, find what we, as humans, keep secret. Unless we control it, we will be devoured by it. 😦

  11. December 16, 2020 at 5:55 pm

    You have written a poem of fury that burns with a purifying fire! I love: ‘the flames/that you have doused/
    with the oil of discontent.’ Gloriously Gothic!

    • Christine Bolton
      December 16, 2020 at 10:39 pm

      Oh thank you so much Ingrid. I wanted it to be gothic 🙂

  12. December 16, 2020 at 8:46 pm

    That oil of discontent can keep that rage going until we are all consumed with the fire and ashes are all that is left.

    • Christine Bolton
      December 16, 2020 at 10:38 pm

      Yes Grace. Some just poke the fire while it consumes others. I hope it was dark enough for the prompt!

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