Sunday, September 25, 2011


The shroud of mist with petite
raindrops hitting her
black cloak, washing the
black heart

in the grey twilight of the night
undressed some new faces,
sacred, this hour,
clean hearted.

Who says evil this mighty night is?
The grey rain a sinner?
The dark birds sing of the morning
break off, who denies?

The daughter of the sinister bathes
off her lineage and flies
to the love, worthy.


Morning said...

bathing in rain and fly to love.

how cool.
enjoyed the beautiful spirit.

kaykuala said...

Sensually nice offering. Yearnings make the world go round!


JJ Roa Rodriguez said...

Beautiful... :-)


Tess Kincaid said...

I adore "The grey rain a sinner?"

christopher said...

I definitely like this. Who says, indeed? Oh yes. The next challenge, talking the talk and talking the walk, walking the walk.

I once had an affair with a married woman and we kept that mostly under wraps for two years. The story is complex and not easy for some to understand. I would do it again if it was again 1999 and me of that time in my life. I would not do it now.

This affair had a purpose and that purpose was accomplished.

Who says it was a "wrong thing"?

Fireblossom said...

Ohhhhh HELL yes!

The Orange Tree said...

love it...

the details, and the ending, they are handsome.

Jo Bryant said...

wow - raw emotive words

Lady Em said...


Kay L. Davies said...

That's right, who says the night and the rain are negative? Beautifully done, Monika.

Kay, Alberta, Canada
An Unfittie’s Guide to Adventurous Travel

lorely said...

Love this..."the daughter of the sinnister bathes off the lineage.! Thankful for the ability to do that! Great to read your writings again

Susie Swanson said...

I love this it is so beautiful..

Brian Miller said...

nice...who says? and why do we let them say? fly on....smiles.

Reflections said...

'washing theblack heart
in the grey twilight of the nightundressed' fabulous imagery in your words.

Blasphemous Aesthete said...

No one is beyond redemption, and no one beyond the grasps of love. She might be the Devil herself, but Love shall make her ascend to those golden enchanted shores.

Nice read.

Blasphemous Aesthete

Arnab Majumdar said...

Curiously, this seems to be an extension of the way I interpreted the prompt :) Maybe that made me a bit biased towards it, but I don't care... I loved this!

Arnab Majumdar on

Isabel Doyle said...

cool and imaginative

Ed Pilolla said...

bathing off her lineage was a satisfying image to leave the reader with. i like this one.

Shauna said...

a haunting piece. the last verse
gave me chills. echoes of Poe.