My Christmas Poem

By Aarron Mondello

24/12/2017

The tiny tree
On the table
Silently awaits
December’s fable
Sparkling baubles
Figurines
Most days go
Largely unseen
Until the magic
Comes that night
And bathes the children
In Christmas light
Excitement bubbles
In the air
Wide eyed with wonder
They stand and stare
Until one shouts
“This one’s yours
And look it says
From Santa Claus”

©Aarron Mondello2017


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Little Darklings

By Aarron Mondello

17/12/2017

 

“What is a Darkling?”
I hear you ask
Well it’s a little shadow-child
Wearing a little shadow-mask
Flitting running
Through the trees
Blending in
Barely seen
Tittering laughter
Follows behind
These little imp-wraiths
As they hide
From all who come
Near to them
For Darklings everything
Holds fear for them
“Are they evil?”
You enquire
No more evil
Than burning fire
They have a power
In their heart
A power some will
Seek to covert
“So they have magic?”
You seem confused
“They ARE magic”
I say, amused
Their very shifting
Shadow form
The essence from which
Magic is born
They have no use
Of their own
For the power set
Within their bones
A cup of water
Can’t drink itself
As the Darklings
Can cast no spells
“So they are good?”
How to explain
Would you put alignment
To a flame?
Neither nice
Or evil things
They just are
Little Darklings
“Are they real”
Your voice goes soft
Not any more
I scoffed
People hungered
For their power
And hunted them
To their final hour
Now no more
Do they flitter
Through the Shadows
Running thither
Their end was long
Brutal and violent
Their old homes
Now lay ever silent
Beautiful shadows
Always laughing
Their only downfall
Was being Darklings.

©Aarron Mondello2017


Featured image: A Rustle and a Murmur by moppaa

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<a href=”https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/silent/”>Silent</a&gt;

Rescued from the dark

By Aarron Mondello

14/12/2017

FOR MY LOVELY LADY, MY ANGEL, MY SAVIOUR. 

He came down on tattered black wings
And blasted open my door
Screeching curses at all dead things
Promising me evermore
Shall I regret the day I drew breath
Or ever dared to dream
“Soon” he swore “you’ll long for death
And deliver yourself to me
I cried to him a refusal
“You shall not have me!”
But to my own ears my voice sounded thin
And his white eyes gleamed
He knew my lie better than I did
He saw what was in my mind
That in my darkness I wished to die
Hoping peace is what I’d find
But he knew also the time was wrong
I was fractured, yes, but whole
He heard the tentative whispers of my song
The tune strummed upon my soul
He sneered at me and knew full well
My time was drawing nigh
For on the past I too strongly dwelt
Searching for the present lie
He bowed to me then snapped his wings
Soon I lost him to the night
But now for as long as my music sings
I’d dream of his glowing eyes
Or so it was that I once thought
While living in deep shadow
My heart beat frantically, distraught
My life felt empty and hollow
Then so it happened while I was lost
Tired of living in the dark
With a thick coat of furry moss
Growing over my broken heart
That she came then and found me
Sitting in a shadow
Stepping lightly like a dream
She came to take me home
Her wings were golden, purest light
Her eyes clear sparkling blue
She knelt near me dispelling night
And whispered “I’ve come to rescue you”
I nodded, shrugged then looked away
I believed her words were lies
And I saw that a dawning day
Was spreading it’s warm light
When I followed the growing brightness
Back along its lines
I discovered I was frightened
When I saw it spread out from her eyes
She picked me up and cradled me
Comforting my fractured being
Such smiles as she bestowed upon me
I had rarely seen
I fell then into a light sleep
As she carried me to her world
Unknowingly I began to weep
When her golden wings unfurled
Silently she shook her wings
And seemed to float into the sky
Effortlessly riding the shifting winds
While I slept and cried
I awoke in an unfamiliar bed
Soft white goose feather down
In her lap she cradled my head
My shadow could not be found
Many moons have passed since then
Living in each others arms
And in the brightest love my shadow is penned
Where it can do little harm
This angel swooped down and saved me
From a devil that was me
She taught me about bravery
And how to let my light run free.

©Aarron Mondello2017


Featured image: Dance with the devil by Valentina-Remenar

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Her

By Aarron MONDELLO

12/12/2017

This little bit popped into my head while my lovely lady was reading fan fiction and I was gazing at her. It’s not much, but I hope you enjoy it.


Her

The quiet laid on thick
Like a winter woolen rug
Not the least bit uncomfortable
When silence is shared in love
I glance over and see her
My angel across the room
Balm for all my heart ache
Bane of all my woes
She sits and stares intently
At the story she is reading
I don’t think she sees me silently
Gazing and at her, peeking
The words of the world she’s reading
Play across her glasses lens
Will she look up at me and smile
When the next paragraph ends?
Probably
For she’s the one who always smiles
Even when she feels she’s can’t
Although sometimes she needs a little help
To locate her little laugh
Now she yawns she’s tired
Most likely off to bed
Where like usual till morning comes
She’ll sleep just like the dead.

Aarron Mondello2017


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Old Mothers End

By Aarron Mondello

11/12/2017

 

Grey clouds racing through the night sky
Over darker lands below
Where death stalks every quivering creature
And only twisted things grow

In the centre of this dead land
Lies a Forrest dark and brooding
With a small clearing at its heart
Where stands a willow tall and drooping

A patch of green here and there
Still shone amongst her branches
Though mostly Mother willow had succumbed
To poisonous sickly advances

At the base of her gnarly roots
Sat an elderly elven fellow
More bones and skin no meat on him
His face gone gaunt and sallow

Every day from dawn till dusk
He laboured with his hands
At his feet sat crystal vials
A dozen all on stands

He drilled the trunk of Mother Willow
And drained her healthy sap
Twisting the drill to bore a hole
Then knocking in a tap

There was not much healthy sap
Left to drain out of she
For nearly dead, on her last legs
Was this mammoth willow tree

But old man elf remembered
A time before the dark
When Mother Willow sang to the moon
As the children climbed her bark

So now he sat and cried
Silently as he drilled her trunk
The dead lands all about them
Echoed with his mallets thunk

Sweating and tired and nearly done
He stopped to take a breath
Old Mother Willow whispered her thanks
Then finally gave in to death

Her last green leaves withered up
Right before his eyes
Her brown bark turned to ashen grey
As he howled sorrow at the skies

She was the last, he is the last
This garden of eden no more
He packed his vials of her precious sap
And left for brighter shores

None can say how his road travelled
As he searched horizons far
But you can see the vials of Mother Willows
Sap as all the stars

And still the grey clouds race
Over that land twisted and dead
Where in every valley or mountain range
Stalk countless eyes of dread.

Aarron Mondello2017


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The Fountain

By Aarron Mondello

2/12/2017

High upon a mountain
Built an age ago
Stands a marble fountain
That no longer flows

It’s said that in the past
Under the myriad stars
The crystal water flowed clear and fast
Pilgrims came from afar

They sipped the pristine droplets
As they knelt upon the ground
Lips pressed to a golden goblet
Their prayers barely made a sound

Tis said that if the gods were listening
When the travelers spoke their woes
A comet with its tail a glistening
Would be the sign to know

Heavy hearted many left
When no sign did they spy
Some would even jump from the cliff
When no comet graced the starlit skies

Upon one night way up high
A travellers question asked
For the well to come up dry
And it trickled that night its last

Why he asked this under the moon
No body can ever say
But the gods saw fit to grant his boon
And the fountain still runs dry today.

©Aarron Mondello2017


Featured image: Fountain of Youth by nisht

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Bite

By Aarron Mondello

28/11/2017

He never asked
To be so reviled
Forced on him
This life of exile
On the day
He nearly died
A devil came
To revive
The man so young
It’s safe to say
Would have preferred
To pass away
Instead now
Banished to the night
The vampire lusts
For a neck to bite.

©Aarron Mondello2017


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<a href=”https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/bite/”>Bite</a&gt;

Unrequited Love

By Aarron Mondello

28/11/2017

She weeps alone
He sees there
Sitting upon
Her well of tears
For each of the
Glistening gems
That fall from her eyes
Drop into the depths
There they form
A sparkling pool
While he spies from hiding
Like a fool
And watches her
Falling tears
Watches her
Succumb to fears
Fears that he
Could never guess
Fears that cause
Her souls unrest
With a wordless cry
She throws herself
After her tears
Into the well
He doesn’t think
Or stop to dwell
He just follows her
Into the well
Together falling
Though far apart
She hears him calling
Out to her heart
And there they stay
Falling still
Until a day
One of them will
Confess to other
An undying love
Only then will they
Return above
The darkened tunnel
Of unrequited love.

©Aarron Mondello 2017


Featured image: Unrequited love by Cold-Tommy-Gin

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The White

By Aarron Mondello

26/11/2017

The fog rolls over
And covers the town
Filtering light
And changing sounds

I leave my home
And walk in the White
In peaceful solitude
Feeling alone this night

The air feels heavy
Almost like I can touch it
Moisture forms on my clothes
In sparkling droplets

The eeriness flares up
My imagination
Voices and sounds
In strange amplifications

All my senses perverted
My vision subverted
My mind instantly rejects
Anything that’s expected

Footsteps behind me?
Or the echo of my own?
Someone whispering secrets?
Or am I alone?

The White is alive
Altering sound
Bringing shadows brooding
Looming all around

My heart is beating
Speeding, palpitating
The thrill of not knowing
Is intoxicating

Where moments before
The White was relaxing
Now fear and thoughts
Are combining, reacting

A turn, an unknown
Just another in The White
Of a multitude that
Bolster your fright

There, a comfort!
A gnarly old tree
Around whose trunk
Dance a child’s memories

Then a wave
Upon a shore
Washes the White’s fear
Away once more

Shoulders rolling
Cool breeze blowing
The White is calming
My heart is slowing

The fog thins
Slowly dissipating
And I walk home
In a world just waking

©Aarron Mondello


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Just a simple story

By Aarron Mondello

25/11/2017

I feel like I need
A small story to tell
I don’t want my head cluttered
I don’t want to dwell
On a million little details
Or a thousand made up quotes
Just a simple little fairy tale
One that kind of floats
Easily off the tongue
Like a feather in the mind
Just a little story to
Tell the children at bedtimes

Perhaps an adventure
About a curious kitten
Or lonely little child
And the bird with which they’re smitten

Maybe there’s a cheeky wolf cub
Learning how to hunt
Or a boy who flies on a plane
With the pilot up the front

Possibly a little girl
Finds a unicorn
With a shimmering coat of fur
And a magic golden horn

Or what about a sail boat
That held a beating heart
Deep inside its cargo hold
With which it would not part

So many little fairy tales
Floating like a song
The rhythm of imagination
Is the ballad they sail upon.

©


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