Looking Glass (Mirror Gazing)

I.
Mirror me black ice, which black diamonds cannot surpass
Whose surface reflects back to thine, mirror me black glass
Gaze into, let me gaze through and as we meet the tween
Time be torn, reach be warm and lift the candlelight's sheen

II.
Mirror me perception, whose deception and be clear
Consequences from their facts of fiction will know spear
Match their jabs in one pinprick and bind all further deed
Where from poison tongues lead thorny lips to spew with greed

III.
Mirror me the enemy who comes in guise of friend
Don't you agree such treachery should feel bite they send?
Perhaps they'll greet return, clothed 'neath sheep's veil, as they wore
But find a wolf with pearled fangs, hungry to even score

IV.
Mirror me the love I've dreamt but yet to call by name
Whose beating heart, I quite often sense with rhythm same
In this life or the other side, I confide, I wait
Show the one who follows me, whose soul shall be thy mate

V.
Mirror me calm and hush, when turmoil surrounds and drains
Fill draped windows with storms and wash confusion with rains
Thirteen wishes and thirteen kisses, before I'm done
And care to thee, 'til again, our gaze will be as one

© 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.

~13 ~

I dreamt of Midnight turning to the thirteenth hour.
I dreamt of thirteen candles and thirteen, black flowers.
I walked past thirteen windows and entered the thirteenth hall,
Where a calendar, marked thirteen, suspended the wall.

Thirteen black cats perched on thirteen, high, wooden rafters.
They taunted prowling wolves with their slow, purring laughter.
Thirteen footsteps, I took, to consider this story.
The view was surreal with all its fictional glory.
But on this thirteenth slumber of the thirteenth, same dream,
Some sanely truth was offered from the madness that seem.

I heard a clock chime with thirteen, long, lingering bells
And I envied this theme with its corridors of spells.
Onward, I awoke to the reality of dawn
And the peculiar kingdom of illusion was gone.
I reckoned with each to decide the strangest of place
And found that the factual and dream parallel pace.

(c) Kay Irvin