Poem: "The Wolf Moon"

The Wolf Moon

He is the wolf moon 

in the sky with a scowl

and I am just the pheromones 

which come from the howl. 

Black Heart

There’s a heaven 

sweeping through this gothic house 

with haunting visions

like flowers bursting out.

Roses all wilting 

with a scent stronger than tiger spray

and this feeling 

flittering and flapping, won’t stay. 

The wolf moon drowns 

it’s sorrows in the wispy 3 am skies 

I’m always awake 

in a trap of mirrored lives.

And that slow heaven 

moving in like an exhale of breath

it’s darker than night

and always telling me to say yes. 

Gothic Deco

I’ll be the poison 

which dies hard 

on the walls of this house

like mould, damp and decay

careful what you say, now. 

By Lisa Rose Clutton

Lisa says heartbreak is the best tool for a writer, so with her new inspiration she has turned her hand to poetry. 

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