Treasure Island

Christine Natale

(August 9,1955 / Glen Ridge, New Jersey)

Incubus


Ever since I was thirteen
I have watched for you.
I know, I have always known
No mortal man could ever do or give
Me what I have always wanted.

Sighing in the pale moon’s light,
My white nightgown fluttering
In the breeze,
By the open window waiting,
Waiting.

I called to you, across the night,
The stars whispered my longing
To each other -
You heard, you knew,
You always knew,
And were just waiting for me
To be ready;

Waiting until my desire had grown
Large enough to receive
Your power and your glory.
Then, one night, by the open window,
Among the trees you came -

Dark and shining with the glow
Of the love of hell
You came to me
And held me in your arms.
In a silence born of joy
And not of fear,
I received your will and surrendered
My own.

The seasons come and go -
You come with the fallen leaves
And silent snow.
You come in the spring
With a crown of flowers
That burn like none
From a simple garden.

You come in midsummer
And dance me into darkness
And overcome me
Again and again.

And though much time has passed
And to the world
I am growing old -
At midnight
Time unties itself
And I stand, clear and radiant
With no beauty lost.

And when my time has come,
To leave a world
I have long been weary of
And sick unto death of
Its stale smell and pale face,
I will fly into your arms
For a final time;
And you will carry me joyfully,
Ever young and burning,
Small and silent in my
White nightgown, down
To the gates of hell.

Submitted: Saturday, August 16, 2008

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  • Not a member No 3 (8/28/2008 11:11:00 AM)

    This is good... no.. this is excellent... there are subtle philosophical depths and implications lurking in the shadows of this very carefully constructed poem that moved this reader, threw me off balance early, swept me up again and carried me on and brought me out of the spell with a shuddering start at the conclusion.... and you did it convincingly; not an easy business with this kind of material. I'm a bit concerned though that I may be seeing a reflection of something real from my own secret 'world'! ! First class work imv. x jim (Report) Reply

  • Christine Austin Cole (8/16/2008 9:20:00 PM)

    Excellent poetic story telling here, Christine. I adore the absence of hesitation here, the commitment to the telling. It's really quite unique in its presentation and powerful in its tone. It leaves the reader (this reader, anyway) feeling like a shadow in the corner of the room... rapt, and wanting to tip toe along after you even while thinking it a dangerous thing to do.

    Excellent work.

    Christine (Report) Reply

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