The Killing Moon ~ A Halloween Special

I had to play something dark and spooky and Halloweeny on the harmonium today. It’s an instrument meant to play this kind of music. 🙂

This song is originally by Echo & The Bunnymen, but I like the cover done by Nouvelle Vague. Do watch the video cover done in animation… (click on hyperlink)

Also…I had to post this version, because my kitty Cotton makes a guest appearance and I managed to play the whole thing with her on my lap. Not easy. 🙂



Under blue moon I saw you
So soon you’ll take me
Up in your arms
Too late to beg you or cancel it
Though I know it must be the killing time
Unwillingly mine

Up against your will
Through the thick and thin
He will wait until
You give yourself to him

In starlit nights I saw you
So cruelly you kissed me
Your lips a magic world
Your sky all hung with jewels
The killing moon
Will come too soon

Up against your will
Through the thick and thin
He will wait until
You give yourself to him



pour me your finest
top shelf despair
the highest level
of distilled sadness
give it a squeeze
of bitterness, too
shake it with apathy
and a dash of spite
pour it over the ice
of my numb heart
a swirl of tales
mix well with tears
I’ll tell you mine
refill my glass, please

this bar never closes
serves the finest
late night grief
I’ll stay till morning
mourning my life
maybe a stranger
will take me home
inebriated we roam
until waking up
wrapped in each other
in our gloomy air
sipping on sins shared

never to sober up

never to care

~ E



The grass was damp with tears
muddled moans escaped dry throat
curled, limbs wound around limp you
dark of shadowed night strangled, choked

Cold. So cold, your pallid skin…
held in my warm hands, frozen
frigid fingers drew dead hair
color alive and dark, as always

Solitary stories recited of our ageless love
empty air all that listened, my pensive voice
echoed on callous crypts, hung in air above
…stone cares as much as some humans…

Time shifted in waves of forgotten memory
your brittle body becoming less than alive
a voice I heard I swore was yours ~ was it mine?
how did I miss you were dying?

No. Dead.
You were gone. No flesh.
And when I looked down,
all I held was your skull

…all that was left:

an empty grave
a shovel

our exhumed love

~ E


Fire ~ The Strix

So many ways to write about the topic “fire.” When I suggested it, I was almost overwhelmed with the possibilities, despite having written on the theme countless times in my own poetry.  

Please check out these talented souls and their work. We have a couple of guest writers who have contributed some amazing words as well. Follow the links to their blogs for more!

And The Strix has its own now as well.  And if you feel inspired to contribute, see the Strix page for how. 

Enjoy. Any feedback always appreciated. 🙂



Did you know, if we humans hadn’t uncovered how to make a fire, we wouldn’t exist today? However, I strongly believe, if our ancestors didn’t possess a fire to even want to survive: a fire deep within to explore, to prosper, to follow their dreams…We wouldn’t be here either.
Do you still have that fire within? It’s in our genes, in our souls: feel it, embrace it and start glowing!

~ Patty Wolters



Fire & Tides

fire licked sky

cobalt night time

waves brushed by

kissed with a hiss

memory of us

here, barefoot

locked embrace

words understood

in their silence

we knew

as the fire knew

this moment

was born to die

replaced by tides

along shoreline


we stoked the fire

higher, higher

our love grew

gave birth to stars

in its amber flare

our eyes gazed

into the other

and saw eternity

fire or no fire

~ Emily

~ from PoetGirlEm 


I crossed the hurdles all
I stepped on the thorns
my feet bled yet I had no plans to stop
kept going, taking the wind on my face
held the falling trees in the storm

there came a moment then
it made me feel human
a little weak, a little fragile
I so thought of giving up

days passed and then passed weeks
I measured the length of my absence
absence from my zeal
absence from my fire within

as i looked inside of me deep
I still could find a little spark still struggling
never refusing to give up to remain lit
it fought courageously all the darkness around

and I am, yes I am
still sparkling with the tiny spark
starting to look out for the day
with all my courage and my will

and I am, yes I am
to become the FIRE myself one day
to glow to the purity

until nothing could think of putting me off again
I shall light until eternity

~Zigyasa Kakkar

~ from Mysestina 


And the fire burns within

And the fire burns.
It brightens the dark night, it kills, it takes life, it destroys.
It burns further. Never extinguishing. It roars in the air.
Up in the open, with nothing stopping it.
Not the freezing cold night, not the waters from the storm, not the winds from the trees,
It lives on, killing everything that tries to come in the way.
It goes higher with every obstacle. It reaches the skies.
It burns red, fierce, strong.
The smoke warms up the cold night and blurs the scene in sight.
It is invincible. It has colors. It is the heat with uncountable faces.
It is the faces, the shades of life.
It is par every force, every energy and every power.
It is the fire that burns

~ Kashaf S.



Under the brilliance of the evening skies
It’s a play worthy of sight
The embodiment of the color of fire
Dark and tantalizing strokes of crimson
A scintillating mimicry of red lava
She’s watching the sky light up like never before

With the silent ruffle of leaves nearby and far
The almost inaudible treading on dryness by scurrying creatures
She stands among everything pure and airy
Only slightly aware she’s joined by the sounds of the now dark meadow

A starry night was always her comfort
But watching blazing colors dance in between darkness
This was her new home
A place she knew her heart wanted to be
A place she could scream all she wanted and received nothing back
Her place of utter and complete euphoria

Standing in a place unknown to her kind
Somewhat wedged in between her poisonous world around
The most radiant light dancing off her lit up skin
This was her new home

The flame ignited within her incandescent soul
Stood no chance against what she saw on the outside
Breathing in the new yet fascinatingly comforting air
She puts out the scorching fire deep inside of her
Turns her back to the now darkening fiery skies
And finds her place under the fire that broke out in the firmament.
Under the brilliance of the evening skies

~Anya A.



and you slept soundly
in the world
that was on fire

wake up and behold
the first and last
light you’ll ever see

kindle this fire
give it all
that’s yours

for once in your life
you will be

know that the falling snow
the pouring rain could
never quench this fire

know that the sweet warmth
is often followed
by destruction

know that destruction
is not always

~ Nayana N.




 Expression Crossing Continents



Featured Image and logo by AlpeJohn 

Dark Wings

your dark wings
calm my stormy seas
their heavy beats
hushing my fears

your scarred soul
saves a small spot for mine
its reinforcement strong
cradling my shudders

your rare smile
shoots lightning igniting me
the way it shocks
my core with light

your tender words
take my pain away
how you make me believe
it will all be okay

your gentle side
masked by past
still there, speaking
hoping, believing

your camouflaged heart
hides from view

but I
spy it

for mine
is right there
with you

~ E