Barefoot Poetry

SS Matthews

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Take a step to the Edge of Twilight

Where mystery and imagination take rein!
Feverish Dreams
Feverish Dreams
a poetry collection by SS Matthews
available at Amazon

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The Lighter Side of Blind

The only thing worse than being blind is having sight but no vision- Helen Keller
Hellen Keller

Vision might be described as the ability to see what lies before you, rather than what you wish was there. Vision might also be described as the ability to recreate the world as you go. Come explore Feverish Dreams, images of what may or may not exist, depending on your vision. Available at Amazon May 2014 by SS Matthews

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Fever of Dreams

Our truest life is when we are in dreams awake-Henry David Thoreau

We are taught to pursue our dreams, those things we may envision, but sometimes what we dream takes us down different roads indeed! SS Matthews

Feverish Dreams
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Poetry from the hidden side of mind by SS Matthews.

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Farewell, My Fae

Fierce the foe I face today.
He knows no love for life.
In Faerie Grove a whim awaits,
She longs to be my wife.

Though glamour shines from every leaf
It’s fear that fills her eyes.
She can’t be free his evil touch
Unless the devil dies!

A zenith sun is near to neigh,
Dark power now at ebb.
My moon is in its seventh house
His path I dare to tread.

Breath is short and spent in haste
I’ve read the prophecies.
How the trail before me bends,
‘Tis tomorrow I can’t see.

I begged M’ Lady to stand aside
Where safe she might remain.
She told me I was not alone
and shared in every pain.

But now the deed of harm needs done,
I drag my sword from sheath.
His strength is great, keen is his skill,
drawn from springs beneath.

Huge, his hands are talon tipped
with essence of red berries.
A flock of birds fly in his face.
But wait! Not birds but faeries!

Flesh as tough as old oak bark
gives little heed to steal.
He bows his head to swing at Fae
my chance, a blow to deal.

Obsidian claws rend gossamer wings
She tumbles to the earth
My thrust is true but truly late
My efforts are but dearth.

She knows the poison of his sting
the beauty of sacrifice.
Keeling now to watch her pass
I must pretend all’s right.

My love, your wings have cost me dear!
Tho my life you have ordained.
With your sweet kiss, now mine to miss
Your grove is my domain.

A house of straw in which to dwell
and spun with dreams of you.
A last request I do implore
That once each month please do.

Tho seasons of our days have changed
my breast has ample room.
At the fullness of that waxing globe,
fly once across the moon.

SS Matthews 2009


Returning Persephone



The Pendulum swings in strokes of diminishing time.
Late is the hour
Much too late to strive to save this tortured mind.

Ravens, Black Cats, Coffin lids!
‘Tis Ligeia’s tomb! I’ve fallen in!

Springtime dreams of love so gay and bright
Must metamorphose
To Winter’s dreary cold and lonely bite.

And I, the nightmare roam the darkest hall
To the ticking-toc of the grandfather clock
Until I heed its midnight toll and call.

The eye of the beast has shone its reddest hate!
A burning bead of demonic delight.
Come to rend my soul for favors tendered late.

With the taste of your lips yet sweet upon mine,
Ne’er your trust I betray!
Though a thousand more may come to cleave and bind

My heart, my soul to Hell, his playful hounds of fire.
To twist in pain of flame and fang
I choose, to drink the devil’s bitter brew and yet desire,

Once more to feel the very touch of tender hands.
Forgo I the day, the night and lustful life
As payment for subverting Hades dark demand.

Into the meadow of sunlight my love, off now you must go.
Once mine, now yours
As the parchment signed for the bargain broke was written down below.

Poetry by SS Matthews