voices
drowned
under cruelty
ideas
suppressed
by contempt
people
objectified
through distortion
We Are Women
we are not yours
to
abuse
mock
sexualise
hate
We Belong To Ourselves
© 2015 All Rights Reserved A. F. Stewart
A black silk tie
to match the lining
of the coffin.
We’ve come to raise
a final glass
and say goodbye.
A gentleman?
No, not him.
More a prig, that one.
A self-absorbed liar,
a cheat, and a scoundrel.
So glad he’s dead.
Farewell, old friend
We’ll not miss you a whit.
© All Rights Reserved A. F. Stewart
Starlit moon,
perched far above
a stairway in the night
Ghostly light outshines
a mantle of ancient shadows
that cascades across the stone
A faint voice calls from the temple
adrift, swallowed in the crashing waves,
and echoing footsteps sounding from each step
© All Rights Reserved A. F. Stewart
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There is someone outside the door.
Through the glass I see him pace.
The haunting dream I want no more.
His threats are harsh, “Open the door!
Or you shall know the worst disgrace!”
There is someone outside the door.
Are the threats real, or is he just a bore?
Quick, the door I’ll bolt. Just in case.
The haunting dream I want no more.
It won’t shut! I can’t bolt the blasted door!
He’ll get us now, I know. No hiding place.
There is someone outside the door!
The door remains ajar. We’re done for!
For us there is no breathing space.
The haunting dream I want no more.
At times, the wartime blood and gore
my sleep envelops in a black embrace.
There is someone outside the door.
The haunting dream I want no more.
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Copyright © 2014 Irina Dimitric
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The Tsar of all Russia, Ivan the Terrible,
stood in awe of the glorious sight
before his eyes: nine golden domes of
St Basil’s Cathedral,
resplendent, a testimony to his power and might
He stood mesmerised, transfixed, perplexed,
and in his mind a thought took form,
somewhat dark,
a mark of a jealous streak,
not uncommon in those of high rank.
Overcome by emotion and blind envy,
he succumbed
to dark forces, issuing a royal command
to the royal guards:
“Summon the creator of St Basil’s to our court
and in secrecy do away with the instruments
of his creations! Go on, make it fast!”
They did exactly according to the royal decree:
The poor wretch was bound and gagged,
his eyes gouged out
before he could bring to life another
exquisite work of art –
for no edifice on earth should ever rival
the splendour of St Basil’s Cathedral!
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Fleet-Winged Fate
by Ash Krafton
In showers of flame the dragons will rise,
wielding claws and teeth and armor-like squame.
Beware and prepare; they bring our demise.
Within an old book the grim prophecy lies—
future predestined by man’s wicked fame:
in showers of flame, the dragons will rise.
The last storm approaches. We’ll look to the skies,
dreading the dragons that no man can tame.
Beware and prepare; they bring our demise.
Too late we shall wail with repenting cries.
If we hide or fight, our fate is the same.
In showers of flame, the dragons will rise.
Judgment shall summon the gods in disguise
and our sins will feed them—they feast upon shame.
Beware and prepare; they bring our demise.
Man’s treacherous heart should not be surprised.
He moves his own hand; there is no-one to blame.
In showers of flame, the dragons will rise.
Beware and prepare; they bring our demise.
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