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Midnight Blue prose fantasy

Updated on June 25, 2013

Midnight Blue

Midnight Blue

" Midnight Blue"

A darkened night so forlorn

Tree branches hanging in a swamp

A Shadow of a man with white plaited braids

Stands looking down at the mud

I walk to him and clasp his hand

Its rough and weathered, cold and very worn

Walking carefully through this swamp

I knew its unpleasant smell could be lost

His eyes met mine a small gem , fell to the ground and hit

Bending down I reached for it

I met his eyes and seen them glint

His lips parted ever so, and whispered

This is, for you my love

I touched its coldness and felt it's warmth

His eyes changed no longer forlorn

This gem turned into a ring of midnight blue and I looked at him

He came and touched me on the chin.

I stood in awe and felt no chill

He whispered to me "I would give the world to you "

And then I was captured, by his rough pursue

Fear fire and passion was fired at me

I did not know what to do

I ran and ran and always stopped

Never wanting to reach that spot

His eyes burned through mine

And I felt no fear

Instead I feared for his forlorn demeanor

Wanting to part but wanting to stay

Confusion and my thoughts in disarray

I searched and searched and came back again

but did not ever find him

One day a man who loved me many years ago

threatened to find this man of this swamp

He took me by the heart and laid his knife

I knew to peril would be no small flight

I succumbed to his will

but still dreamt of this man of mud and swill

My head is spinning of trust and lost

his anger is so hot for what he lost

To turn back and reach that worn hand

or stay in this new fantasy land

I hold my spinning head again and

remember his hand on my chin

A pain surges from my throat

My hand grasps and touches the mud

it pulls my heart down with a heavy thud

I turn my back and catch a glimpse

of this man in the shadows with a grin

What oh what shall I do

that smile will never leave my head

and I crumble to the ground half dead

The laughter whispers in my ears

Someone whispers

she’s taken so long its been many years

A gasp of breath, a cough of ending life

could not compare to this painful strife

(c) Written by B. A. Williams


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    • B. A. Williams profile image

      B. A. Williams 5 years ago from USA


      Thanks so much for the compliment and glad you enjoyed it. I will be checking your site out as well.

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      Mikal Smith 5 years ago from Vancouver, B.C.

      What a beautiful poem. I don't usually enjoy reading free verse poetry but this was lyrical and well metered. Very nice. I got a little chill too. I'm bookmarking this one so I can read it again!

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      Rebeccindy7 5 years ago

      I used to write a lot of poems. Many many poems short long sweet dark.... everything. The words would just flow onto my paper.... I have forgotten this feeling ever since i began to be more busy and busy.... worrying about financial problems, love, family.... Reading this poem really struck a chord with me. Thanks. It felt like I was 15 again

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      B. A. Williams 5 years ago from USA

      Rebecciindy7 Yes I love to read poems, and prose. Thanks for reading.

      Htodd thanks for the compliment and glad you enjoyed it.

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      htodd 5 years ago from United States

      Great poem....Thanks for that

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      Rebeccindy7 5 years ago

      Do like to read poems?

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      B. A. Williams 5 years ago from USA

      Ahhh loved that reaction, thanks so much for reading.

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      Audrey Howitt 5 years ago from California

      This sent shivers down my spine!