Catherine Mancini Poems
My Friend Lord Ravenswood Rivermist
My friend Lord Ravenswood Rivermist, Of Rivermist Estate, Has unicorns in the courtyard, And fairies at the gate.
For little Mya Ava, Who first saw the world today, The road ahead is paved with gold, With rainbows on the way.
I wrote a book about my life, The things that I have seen, About the facts that I have learned, The places I have been.
I left school at an early age, For horrors I have seen, If I had had my own way, That's not the way it would have been.
On a piece of paper, In my research book, Is a future that I sketched out, So I could take a look.
In the Mirror
I sat back and looked at my heart, It was on a plate with my soul and they were both bleeding. Then I glanced at my brain, It was full of holes where my thoughts once were.
To find that special moment, Is a thing I find most rare, Clasping pale hands to my heart, And wishing I was there.
My mind's eye sees you, It doesn't matter that I don't, When rationality tells me to forget you, My heart tells it that I won't.
Can they hear it raining down upon them? Do they see the flash of pain? Do they know some final truth? What is there to gain?
Sitting in the moonlight, Gazing at the stars, It seems that life is too bright, When looked on from a far.
What I Couldn't Say
I'm frightened and I'm cold, Yet no-one hears me scream, I'm forced outside and crying, Wishing it were all a dream.
Illumination in the night, Moths are attracted to you, Thinking they have found their unburning light, And begin their flight anew.
I Have Seen
I have seen the words that cause pain, I have seen the lies, I have seen the awful names, Reflected in a child's tearful eyes.
Reflections of a Melancholy Mind.
Half drifting, half there, Dreams become the same, What lies behind an empty stare, what is savage? What is tame?
To My Soul
Eyes closed off in an invisible embrace,
Drawing comfort from what is not there.
All I have is that dream,
That familiar pattern I do not know.
I daren't awaken.
Fingers clasping my own shoulders,
The darkness the only substitute.
The stark moon my only reminder,