Lady Death, Good Night

Midnight December- An acrylic painting by Manisha Bhatia

If on a moony night

Around the witching hour,

While the weeping willow stoops before my window,

And the mournful wind wails on the rooftop,

Lady Death creeps out of the shadows

And shows up in my room,

And glides to my bed,  

And on her way doffs her hat and slips out of her dress,

And bites her lip and whispers,

‘Now, while you are young,

Take off your overcoat of clay:

Let me show you immortality,’

How can I refuse her?

The bliss she promises,

No mortal woman can equal:




The sound of things unheard,

The taste of things untried,

The filling of the gaps,

Left by experience,

The answers to all riddles.

And what if she is cold?

And what if she is prickly?

And what if her touch decays?

Loving her will hurt,

But is not a night of pain

Worth an eternity of leisure?

Image © Manisha Bhatia

25 thoughts on “Lady Death, Good Night

    1. While books of poetry gather dust on creaky bookshelves and are eaten away by moths, curious compositions such as mine are read by interesting women like you, Sandra. So yes, I think it’s better free. 🙂

          1. Pardon my blunder. Let me try again. a-hem. “Sweet boy-writer with a hat, please do carry on and post more of your whimsical musings that I may revere. You are most generous to share these treasures with your subscribers gratuitously. In appreciation, Sandra”

  1. Very whimsical imagery with a sense of irony found in Death as a beautiful woman. Ending with such a profound idea, one cannot help but surrender to the thought.

  2. This a really good piece! Congratulations for that moment of absorbed thoughts that created those lines in such a way that it is truly worthy of applause!

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