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”
What beautiful imagery. Posting your work free of charge is a gift. Thank you!
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. 🙂
Kind sir, you are most generous! I always look forward to your posts.
Alas, everyone keeps calling me sir but I am but a short and frail boy-writer with a hat…
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”
Haha. I feel obliged to continue!
I tip my hat to you!
I send you a jaunty, sweeping bow with hat in hand!
I tip my hat to you, baseball man!
You are a gift. Thanks for sharing this poem. ~ Audrey
Superb absolutely superb
Incredible! A poem to be read out loud. Thank you.
I tip my hat to you.
Mmmmmmm… 🙂 Mmmmmmmmmm…
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.
What a fancy hat you have! When it comes to dying women, death takes a manly form…
LOVE this…very whimsical, yet there is a innocence,
with a sensual flare…nice job BWAH…:)
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A glittering gem!
Quirky is good. I like the way you’ve inter-weaved irony, imagery, and dialogue (both inner and outer), while maintaining a forward momentum to the poem.
Such seduction delivered by your prose might be difficult to resist…
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!
By the way, do you mind if I post it up on my blog and surely I promise to give you all the credit?
Do as you please. ☺