Shadows Freya Davey

Freya Davey Upper Sixth

Born from whispered Life and cornered rooms From cribs of bone and skinned cocoons Wrapped in muslin: such a delicate straight jacket And chastened candles pass in contented tacet. Impressions of fallen angels we religiously deceive: What blackened felony did one conceive?

Like secret duets where bodies sing like songs, Where confessions are reticent by rights and wrongs, touches that seal such potent seclusion, reborn: atonements of love and illusion. Honest defiance made in heat And lingering sacrilege scented in sheets.

In gasps of breath and grasps of sight, In passioned bursts of lulling delight, Decaying through bed layers like sunken ships In water and blood: eyes’ thickened eclipse: Circumference’d this world born and repeated in rooms As we dissolve into shadows of buried tombs.