Monday, March 21, 2011

Luna..Lost Donna Earle

Lost like the moon in a dark sky,
...Where orange lights twinkle afar.
Lost like a babe in the deep wood,
Driving alone in her car.
Luna,no-one can reach you...
You have shut out the uncaring world.
Lost child gone in the morning,
Sweet darling ,moonlit bright girl.
Luna where are you going?
Your eyes are wild like the sea.
Fingernail polish like stardust,
I wish you were coming to me.
But I know your journey is waiting,
You're as far away as a star.
Your face is whiter than snowflakes,
Melancholy, my darling you are.
I will wait here at the gateway,
Until I see you again.
Take my love with you my darling,
Look,my tears are like rain....

Saturday, March 19, 2011

Ice Window Donna Earle

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The Ice Window Donna Earle

In an ice room she's trapped
there's no saving her
she's almost all ice by now
even her eyelashes glitter
and her irises are frost
she is snow blind....
her cheeks, though frozen,wear a pale color
like a fever almost gone,
and her lips have the glaze she always wanted...
lilac ice. Donna Earle

Cinderella Donna Earle

Don't be late from the ball Cinderella,

maybe you shouldn't dance the last dance,

even if the goth prince insists.

he will love your encrusted silver gown,

and your glass slippers,

he will try and seduce you...

and you will be seduced,

darkness is a part of you.

the lights of a thousand candles

will lure you,

as will the mimosa

in the castle gardens,

with it's secret scent..

also you will be mesmerized

by the green-eyed god of desire...

but it will be his words

that will charm you,

as he can charm

the very

stars from


those words he will whisper...

again and again,

he will be intense,

and you will listen,

and the violins will cry,

and the dark dancers will dance.

Your heart will want to stay

and seek ecstasy

in the onyx chamber...

run away before midnight


or you will never leave. Donna Earle

Someone else ..she was someone else,

from another era
another frame of reality.

She dressed in glittering gowns

of a hundred years ago,

stiff grey taffeta,

and watered silk.

A castle was her home

in her mind.

She walked in the melancholy gardens

beneath the dripping trees

eating peppemints,

and thinking of nothing.

She was someone else


on summer nights,

and winter nights,too...

She wore jewels left to her

from her grandmother

whom she had adored

beyond reason,

and losing her

had torn her mind

a little....

old gold rings

she had inherited

silver bracelets,

spider-webbed memories

faint shimmering stones

to wear

in her ears...

but everyone said


the mad light in her eyes

was jewel-like too,

and far brighter than the moon