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Ian W

Ian W

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Ian W

Ian W

10
Writings
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Phytophthora

Ian W

1 min read

This Aspen stands tall

Branched over my head


Smelling faintly damp and sickly

Sap runs down my fingers thickly

They stick together

It’s on my clothes

Now my hair

It’s everywhere


And lo… the earth

Chasm-esque and opened

Devours me and yards I fall

Into a fetid, rotted chapel

Black and brown and white with mold


Ahead, not far —

A friar, a holy man?

Greets me with gangrenous hymn

Diseased ideals

H...

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Stop, Thieve

Ian W

1 min read

A hot pursuit with blaring blue

The bank lies empty

We bribe for silence

(but there is no honor among thieves)


And now the rain breaks upon us

Hot

And brutal

And unrelenting


Our tale is not uncommon

For many choose to steal

And even less choose death

To live a life they feel...

Poetry

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Her Beauty Runneth Over

Ian W

1 min read

A Canon —

The Old One’s ancient tome

Her beauty calls them home

All renounce their rest to please thy Lady


A Hymn —

Her cantors’ putrid drone

A foul alembic tone

All rescind their rest to please thy Lady


A Curse —

Flesh draped top broken bone

Gaunt figures flayed and stoned

All revoke their rest to please thy Lady...

Poetry

Horror

2
Self-Compassion

Ian W

1 min read

Lord knows

The Lord’s nose

Could smell the grief upon me

A rank scent

Like foul blood

I’m covered head to knee


Search within

A lamp

A djinn

Forgiveness through a genie?


Naught a wish

But tempered action

Naught frozen

But fiery and steadfast

Forgiveness, oh forgiveness

Embrace thy present

Release thy past...

Poetry

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A Lion’s Den :||

Ian W

1 min read

With careful gait, I enter —

A great hall, banner strewn —


A Kingly Lion

counts His coins

with frenzied glare,

in royal chair


He sees me

And I, He


The rising fear inside me swells

Red He sees, greed He smells,

and fast He charges towards me

like prey, like game


My icy blood, my frigid stance…

they both ensnare me.


He tears, He mauls,

He bites, He claws

with unchecked rage

with misused might

H...

Horror

Poetry

A Siren’s Reprieve

Ian W

1 min read

Tales are told of sirens’ call

But what power do their pauses hold?

What better fate

To long for verse

Or cast our ships to rocks?


A closest friend

A haunting foe

A soldier of infinity


A prison cell

A place to flee

A sanctum for eternity...

Poetry

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A Map of Sorts

Ian W

1 min read

If your hand could reach inside my heart

What would you do with it?


Which path would you explore first, I wonder?

The light

The dark

The love

The pain

Some vaults gilded, some naught to plunder


How much of me would be new to you?

Would fortune await this crusade?

I have buried much

To protect your wayward crew


Choose well, your path and prizes

With caution, calm, and care

Do not lose yourself a...

Poetry

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Night Shift

Ian W

1 min read

Today I watched a spider weave

Its complex web

My eyes were wide


Its gentle care and loving spin

How quickly made

This house, a home


How has something smaller than

A single moment

Caught my human, judging, gaze

Steel-like strings and perfect math

The pattern made, it makes me ponder

How can I, a conscious sloth

Make that which is so uniform?

Yet even after making’s end

Each lattice, unique...

Poetry

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16 Simple Words

Ian W

1 min read

In the presence of presents

A pall —

A notion —


Each extinguishing breath deserves pause

As a wish is made


Finite and special this day is

Precious and fragile it is to hear

Happy birthday dear —...

Poetry

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Moss

Ian W

1 min read

There, the hill I laid upon

And felt the moss and smelt the logs

Still and sweet my thoughts back then


And now that meadow, lost to me

It’s hazy — like a dream

Lost maybe, but a part of this landscape


I’ll visit

And lay again

And feel the moss

And smell the logs...

Poetry