The Belonging

Dark house, smoldering sage
Winding lanes catch blood from moonbeams
Incandescent cauldron
- that vermilion moon, wakens screams

Footsteps move stealth phantom
But voice makes behest, stalking near 
As the windows rattle,
Chiming, breaking, I feel eyes leer

This home holds many shadows
These walls keep many secrets
All doors and rooms are endless
The belonging now begins

Cold hands touch, my flesh chills
Away doubt, imprint doesn't lie
Steal my breath, seal with kiss
Darkness enfolds with hue and cry

This home holds many shadows
These walls keep many secrets
All doors and rooms are endless
The belonging now begins

(and darkness I became)
(and darkness I became)

My Beloved, come home to me
And I will welcome you with sleep
Dreams, you've not ever imagined
And deathless wed of housed mystique

(the belonging shall be)

© Kay Irvin

Windsong

There is a ballad but though a tale
Many a soul takes pause in belief
Windsong Hall ... sends resonance of wail
Aye, night breeze blows, towing with it, grief

Wormwood may thrive from the  harrowing
But death indeed lives her stately lore
Dark lullabies escape narrowing
Whereto no chalice brims of jade pour

An earthbound Angel so softly sings
Old mortar and stone enthrone namesake
'Twas blue-eyed devil that clipped her wings
Aye, steadfast threnody calls with ache

A rose garden was once blighted by blood
Beauty slain,... bane crimsoned ... pale, winsome bud
Follow the grove, past the meadow is house
Aye, she's grieving but believing in love

© Kay Irvin

Necromancer

I.
Not a tempest in a teapot
But distant plane, some have forgot
And it won't do, and it won't do
I call forth the shadows,... peer through

II.
Hello or good bye, yes or no
Planchette is placed, chalice Bordeaux
And with a heart-shaped, little plank
Welcome from world, vast and dank

III.
Eleven : eleven blesses
Hazel eyes and raven tresses
Our thirteenth chime awaits nearby
Yes or no, hello or good bye

IV.
Spark the candle, lend to my voice
Spectral portal, tend with your choice
Let me be your enchanted host
Show me the things, you covet most

V.
Memories, recorded vision
Lightning strike, be your incision
To this side and ready wonder
By flesh, blood and steady thunder

VI.
Tell your tale and well, I shall scribe
Prolific journals, sweet imbibe
Slate poised, unrehearsed sessions
Sate my thirst, unriddle questions

VII.
Beyond life, death and mortal coil
The folds of time, unearthly soil
Flotsam souls, mine to thine now merge
Old and kindred, shared lonesome dirge

VIII.
Terror-spurned from your window's sash
Perhaps others would dread and dash
Whose niche is that of a jackal
Aging, sure as youth will crackle

IX.
But I invoke thee, bring cold swirls
Fling opulent orbs, dancing pearls
We live but shells, reckoning task
Beckoning quench of unknown cask

X.
Vent, weep, whisper, scream and opine
Slither, unwither, serpentine
Unleash,... I beseech, unravel
Crawl from secrets, splay the gravel

XI.
What say you, what of portent dares ?
What descent creaks upon the stairs ?
Disconnected stride, bid token
Enter, center bide, unbroken

XII.
Unveil what cannot be unseen
Strip the night, unto toll, thirteen
Whatsoever pitch envelop
Free, clear as portraits develop

XIII.
I call forth shadows, touch my veins
Love and care, without harm nor chains
Exodus, black room, sheltered gloam
If so inclined, make here, your home

(c) Kay Irvin

Note:
[courtesy: Wikipedia]
For other uses, see Necromancer ...
Necromancy /ˈnɛkrɵˌmænsi/ is a claimed form of magic
- Contemporary séances, channeling and Spiritualism
verge on necromancy when supposedly invoked spirits
are asked to reveal future events or secret information.

Winter Rose

Around and round and falling down
And in descent, there is no sound
Snow angels and snow castles form
Beneath dark skies, among a storm

Crystalline when the sunlight shows
Melting with flit of morning crows
That essence sleeps (though in repose)
Just for a time, the Winter Rose

Chasm outreaches with white gold
Window glass is a touch so cold
Night breeze like airy thorns transform
Returning, yearning to be warm

Crystalline when the sunlight shows
Melting with flit of morning crows
That essence sleeps (though in repose)
Just for a time, the Winter Rose

(c) Kay Irvin

The Fiddler's Ghost

Spring lifts airy notes of gardenia
And mimosa blooms with feathered blush
Warm breezes sail atop the river
Days rustle to fragrant nights of hush

The weeping willow bends and dances
A thousand arms sway their silken vine
The fiddler stays and plays for hours
And he softly sings ... "My love is thine"

Summer settles into fiery trance
Melodic waters flow over moss
River current sprays dawn to dusk glint
Foaming rocks cascade billowy gloss

The weeping willow shelters with shade
Birds rest neath branches that twirl as twine
The fiddler stays and plays for hours
And he softly sings ... "My love is thine"

Autumn charm unfurls lush, rippling gold
Leaves turn crisp and blow across the stream
And Winter winks ice teardrops of frost
The willow weeps, chilled in drape of cream

Ladylove is among all seasons
Violin and euphony enshrine
And twin souls, to each, vow one design
And ghostly lore for true hearts align

The fiddler returns to river's edge
Where love's lady haunts its long shoreline
He stays and plays her song for hours
And she softly sings ... "Forever thine"

(c) Kay Irvin

Gothic Victorian

Flames are on the leaves
The waters are still
Wistful presence grieves
Riddle charms surreal
Can you feel, can you feel?

There is calm before the storm
Something dies, something is born
And thunder lives
(she is)

Hazel eyes know pain
They look into you
Lightning splits the rain
And she reaches through
Believe ... do you, do you?

Nightmares chill the bone
And there's no way out
You are not alone
She's heart of the house
Do you doubt, do you doubt?

Climb up to the thirteenth stair
And she will be waiting there
She knows you are so weary
Her soft touch may seem eerie
She knows you can understand
Love is the take of her hand

And she is strangely comforting
(she is)
Dark hair, deep stare and black lace
Dark soul offering embrace
And she is strangely comforting
(she is)
The piano plays tonight
Chime tolls long, time come alight
Thirteen candles burning bright

And thunder lives
(she is)
Gothic Victorian
Sweet flesh of porcelain
(she is, she is)

(c) Kay Irvin

~ In part - for Sarah Winchester
And the Winchester Mystery House
The "13" is also for my Mother,
Born in Springtime (13th day)
Often, when I write, 13 will be mentioned
(my favorite number)
"I love you Mom and I'm thankful for you every day."

Beloved

Love, if I can't find you here
Maybe on the other side
I can feel you, I sense you
Sometimes I think I hear you calling
Through nightmares
Where my fear and fight collide
Telling me to wake
Telling me ... "don't break"
Lingering the deep
I brave reckless sleep
To reach past screams, to unmask dreams
For the ghost I've wed
Beloved
Forever

Most others have settled down
Others have matched peace and fate
I can feel you, I sense you
Sometimes I think I catch your shadow
Through lost days
Where my soul searches for mate
Stirring with the trees
Stirring with the breeze
You're the only one
Sentio cor meum
Feel me with you, I am ghost too
For the haunting led
Beloved
Forever

Love, in this life or on the other side
Sentio cor meum
Semper et in aeternum
Into all time

Found within each other
Bound within each other
My love
In omne tempus
Into all time

(c) Kay Irvin

Translation (latin):
[from my understanding and as I intended, here]
Sentio cor meum - Feel my heart
Semper et in aeternum - Always and Forever
In omne tempus - Into all time

Haunting Promise

There, among the ginger, Autumn leaves
Where in cinder hues dance eerie eves
With crisp edges shadow gliding rush
Blown to your door and scattering crush
Know ... I am but a whisper away

There, amid the late, October rain
Where chill billows mist to window stain
With some formation memory holds
Inscribed reach through your slit curtain folds
Know ... I am but a whisper away

You are not mad, who dream when awake
The witching hour makes no mistake
There, as the tall clock chimes thirteenth bell
You will find the haunt that promised dwell

There, within the hazing before dawn
Where to morning envies ghostly swan
With cast drifting between gleam and gloom
You will not be alone in your room
Know ... I am but a whisper away

(c) Kay Irvin