Nocturnes ~ the Series

Nocturnes ~

Nocturnes, Night Singers, sirens of the dark

The unwary snared in their fathomless gaze

Eyes of violet promising delight while relentless hunger seethes unseen


while their bewitchment sung

draws ever tighter the binding

The old order eroded with the runes of power

 Which held the singers in thrall

Lilith beckons now raven now jungle cat

a thing of sharp teeth and claw

Cruelty for hot bloods sake.



Nocturnes II

Nocturnes move amidst the night-time multitude

persistently unnoticed in the greying light

Masks fixed in place, smiles too

Hiding a glittering malevolence

the swirl of smoke blown back into the bottle

and held with incantations old as iron

Merlin’s will long held sway

against the undoing

but moonscape and nightmare exert their tidal pull

secure in knowledge that time and legends pass

until one glance too long into a looking glass

the snake charmer only holds the gaze, ‘tis the snake who wields the magic



Nocturnes III

Nocturnes, nightsingers, sirens of the dark

thief, breaker of bones

their shackles undone

eroded by time and disbelief

risen unchained, unbound

now travel with the moon

raven wings enchant

her sorceress wiles inflame

her song, her fragrance

burns through you,

binds you to her in love

and terror

and a desire so dark

it holds no memory of the light

you sink into beguiling eyes

your craving begins

twisting through your marrow

born in a second of splintered bewilderment

and sweetly gleaming fangs…



Nocturnes  IV  (Owl Goddess)

No living breath stirs the leaves

claws extended she settles on the highest branch

tossing back her long claret hair

Opal sheened her eyes gaze heavy lidded

with farsight

into the forest as the shadows grow

an owl bows before her

while hawk and raven wheel above

calling out with awe and adoration for the huntress

the First

the merciless one

death comes on silent wings for the unwary

or the too trusting

her madness is that of wild things

rapacious hunger and desire

swollen and layered through the centuries

like a poisonous pearl uncompromising


knowing neither time nor season

only the now

and the tempestuous winds

as she moves inexorably through the ages

ever and always beautifully


and gracefully insane…


Nocturnes V (The Moon)

The children of the night looked to the sky

and sang

sang of the hunt

the chase

the thrill of the catch and the moment the hot blood spills

I sang their songs with them

joined my voice to theirs

paean to the moon

the silvery goddess

rising full of cool light and hungers

the myths spoke of night singers night walkers

embracing the hunter and the shadows

and of the thirst

I spoke them to the fold

the children the gathering

so they knew from where

from who they sprung

created memories and honed the edges of revenge

The elders wrote the legends

in runes of silver

mirroring the tattoos running through

our nightsheened skin

I read them and kept them in safety and in secret

the growing library of the hidden

the hungry

royalty of midnight

pale children of the huntress moon.




About chimerapoet

I write. I write a lot. A. LOT. There are times I am half blind with a sentence ricocheting off the walls of my stupid, cant be shut off to save my life, brain. I am miserable until I get it down on paper. Punch it up a bit. Usually cross out half of it. And then breathe. Relax. Only to do it all again..... But I just thought that was me. How I am. Not a writer....noooo...not me. Writers are.....writing people. People Who Write. REALLY write. Write things that matter. All grown up very important things. I am just a scribbler of sorts. And I was/am content with that....if it's true, well then....a scribbler am I. Until the thought wormed its way in to my brain (the furtive sneaky bitch) that maybe...just maybe...that is writing. My style. My strange way. But....still writing. So here I am at the dance. Not sure I know any of the moves and the music is entirely mine. But.....only one way to find out. Would you care to join me?
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5 Responses to Nocturnes ~ the Series

  1. Lovely verses. I’m coming back to read again tomorrow when I’m wide awake 🙂

  2. Reread and my opinion stands from last night—my favourite is the last one, followed by the penultimate. Claret hair really sticks in the mind btw.

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