The Flower that Blooms in the Heart of Darkness (a poem) - May 2014




There is a flower that blooms only at night when the moon is filling to full. It is full of mystery and desire, pungent, its aroma fills my nostrils and I am at once repelled and compelled. It fills me with fear, it fills me with hunger, it drives too close to home yet promises nothing.

My insides churn when I see its luminescence in the pale moon's glow. I am absorbed, possessed, all my demons coming home to roost and rumble, roar and cavort, quaff and quibble and squirm. 

Here they are now! Behold Anger and Gluttony and Sloth, behold Lust, Pride and Envy. So many Sins, so little time. Hand me my Leather. Let me smell that Bovine Death mixed with your skin. A hypnotic perfume fills the air. It is the Flower that Blooms in the Heart of Darkness. It is all I ever wanted yet feared to be. 

Do not pluck it from the ground!

Do not try to put it in a pot!

Let it bloom in the pale moonlight and let the Dance begin.

2 comments

  • Desiree

    Desiree Australia

    Thinking about the dance always makes me smile, and so did your beautiful poem.

    Thinking about the dance always makes me smile, and so did your beautiful poem.

  • Sorcha Chisholm

    Sorcha Chisholm

    Thanks Desiree! Sorry to be so late to reply :)

    Thanks Desiree! Sorry to be so late to reply smile

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