Dust to dust, we all fall down Brushed aside and lost Ash to ash and ‘round and ‘round Just souls to fire tossed He was a tall and handsome man And, oh, she heard him singing From the rooftops merrily Love’s fires with him bringing He said he was a chimney sweep And, oh, his beauty charmed her His coat was dark as raven’s wings His passion, it disarmed her His eyes were black as anthracite And, oh, his fire warmed her Her heart was stolen by the fae Though friends all tried to warn her In through her window he did dance And, oh he filled her nights Sylphid wings to bear her up And burn her with his might He had a devil’s fiery gaze And, oh his kiss was bold His lust was hot as any flame And yet his lips were cold And like a bird he flew away And, oh, the lies he whispered And when he took her everything He burned her heart to cinders Autumn nights too swiftly pass And, oh, the price was steep For when the fires had burned out She lay buried six feet deep old shadows growing cobwebs squeak of a bat NOTE: Unitalicised text is the work of Edward Cates. Italicised text is the work of Anna Cates. About the authors:
The late Edward Dana Cates (2/23/69-11/12/23) was a disabled househusband and writer/poet from Seymour, Indiana. He attended George Fox University and served on Deviant Art’s literature committee, where he acquired many mutual fans and friends. The original versions of his poems are fully illustrated a viewable at his online gallery: https://www.deviantart.com/barosus/gallery. Dr. Anna Cates teaches writing, literature, and education online and has published a variety of books (poetry, fiction, and drama) through www.cyberwit.net, prolificpress.com, redmoonpress.com, and wipfandstock.com. Her full-length poetry collection, Love in the Time of Covid, won an Illumination Book Award. She resides in Wilmington, Ohio with her two cats.
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My lover is a graverobber I recall the taste of icy kisses As the moonlight slithers slowly Down porcelain smooth features Winds tousle iridescent plumage And her eyes are always burning Shining out of the plutonian void Binary stars blazing in darkness Her terrible gravity dragging me Upward from the sepulchral void Rousing me from my baleful repose To mount up and fly like she flies My heartbeat, the cadence of wings Bearing me up like a chthonic dream A caliginous angel soaring skyward Raven wings beating down the sky For her voice has beckoned me I rise and join her murder twilight . . . the melancholy color of complicity NOTE: Unitalicised text is the work of Edward Cates. Italicised text is the work of Anna Cates. About the authors:
The late Edward Dana Cates (2/23/69-11/12/23) was a disabled househusband and writer/poet from Seymour, Indiana. He attended George Fox University and served on Deviant Art’s literature committee, where he acquired many mutual fans and friends. The original versions of his poems are fully illustrated a viewable at his online gallery: https://www.deviantart.com/barosus/gallery. Dr. Anna Cates teaches writing, literature, and education online and has published a variety of books (poetry, fiction, and drama) through www.cyberwit.net, prolificpress.com, redmoonpress.com, and wipfandstock.com. Her full-length poetry collection, Love in the Time of Covid, won an Illumination Book Award. She resides in Wilmington, Ohio with her two cats. |
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