"The Red Queen" Art & Poetry Blog by C. Anzolletti

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Monday, January 12, 2009

Retrograde

The filth lays in the gutters rumbling around like oily mice their own little voices chatter The sunlight strides in slats across my lap follows no form in particular Cups filled with roses, dust and ivy so many times I have watched asleep to reality oblivious to my form in particular. Sign in to see full entry.

To Those Who Comment & Angel of Death

I am so very grateful for those who are reading me, and for those I am stealing time to read as well, you inspire me and enlighten me and keep me focused - THANK YOU! The artwork that I have created accompanies "Melancholic Nightmare", "Queen of Hearts" ~ Black, Red and White Art, and the newest "Dawn" is my most recent addition. All other art and pictures are from my ventures on the internet that I find to fit with what I have written and I will post the artist or source when the names are... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, January 11, 2009

Dawn - Art by Carole Anzolletti

Thank you for coming to see my special art titled "Dawn". Hope you like her! Sign in to see full entry.

Great Mother Moonlight

Great Mother Moonlight Shining on me When you shine through my window What do you see? A sleeping Witch in the dark of the night Dreaming dark dreams While caressed in your light A journey yearned for, So deep and intense A longing, a calling, so loud and immense A shudder, a whisper in the passage through slumber A hope and a prayer as I recall the number The number of moments when I felt all was lost The collective unconscious through summer and frost Great Mother Moonlight in your silvery... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, January 10, 2009

Black Velvet

Black Velvet Feathers falling from the sky Shed from a flying horse passing by Watching from a plateau Higher than she knew Waiting for the darkness to fly once more It’s the moonlight she adores A lonely flight on wings of velvet black So high now she cannot turn back Furiously beating her wings above the earth Overlooking her newborn birth She prepares to fly again. - Carole Anzolletti - Sign in to see full entry.

Full Mother Moon

Full Mother Moon She swells so bright The fruition of dreams Lighting the night Warrior Queen Listen now for her light slowly fades Bring to her now the seeds that have sprouted Dreams and goals you have already doubted In her silver light they are reborn Hope and new life come forth by morn Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, January 9, 2009

Contemplations (Mermaid Chronicle)

(Art by John Waterhouse) Patches of water swirling around green-grey stones So close and alluring yet intimidating Rich treasures of words flow in and out like the gentle tide Notions scream at me like the sea gulls Thoughts of illness and darkness Feelings of abandonment and cold shallow tidings A place where I drown routinely The waves are all I hear Taking the dense thoughts away Sign in to see full entry.

Queen of Hearts ~ Black, Red and White Art

This is a very special piece to me, the last one I completed in 2008. I miss painting and a strong urge to do so has come over me this day...perhaps I will steal time somewhere soon for a little while to paint the swan... For now I will share her with you - The Queen of Hearts - Sign in to see full entry.

Black Diamond (Mermaid Chronicle)

Black Diamond Shimmering Sparkles Across the sand Two white horse gallop Across the low tide band Met with snow white gulls above Such is the place she’s grown to love Upon a salmon and granite rock As the water laps the shore Warmer than normal the sun upon her back Dressed in black Protected from undesirable human conversation She waits and listens to no avail And without procrastination Moves on. Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, January 8, 2009

A Pleasant Fiction (Mermaid Chronicle)

A Pleasant Fiction A creature of the deep Who swims in the icy abyss On the tides she brings me prosperity like no other New and fragile thoughts I share with her And she never fails to understand me From her watery castle she calls to me My answer sent back via moonbeam Not even the frost on the sand Nor the bitter north winds Can keep me from her embrace Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, January 7, 2009

Autonomy (A Mermaid Chronicle)

Autonomy Alpha thoughts and a constitutional life are not of the mermaid's realm. She gently sways with the cold, the pain and the loneliness of the winter sea. She witnesses so much determination and angst. She identifies with the humans, but as much as she tries she will never be "just like them." It is not for her to decide. Mother ocean allows her observations but keeps her in the dark womb. Should she choose to change and become "one of them," an ethereal quality would be forever lost as... Sign in to see full entry.

Melancholic Nightmare ~ Part of the Mermaid Chronicles

- My original art - Melancholic Nightmare 9.19.08 There are times when She roars in my head, a chilling and enigmatic thundering of demands which I’d happily love to impress Her with by doing all of them. She becomes so loud that my physical body heaves with determination and I am completely energized. The negative is enticing and automatically a catalyst that propels me into a world of change, sparked by anger and complacence. She reminds me I must worry about me and although I care deeply for... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, January 6, 2009

Shafts of Dreams

The Phantom Queen comes through the night on the shafts of dreams, sliding in and out of consciousness. Sifting through skulls and skills, she makes her presence known all too well. She illuminates what I have tried to hide in the darkness and lets me know that it is not forgotten. She lets me know that the lesson has been learned and takes my hand as I unwillingly remember that which I am ashamed of. Her phantom face hovers above me as I sleep and she requires all to be silent as her red mist... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, January 5, 2009

Stay With Me

"Stay with me" whispered the soft moonlight. With all the lights out, the patches of lunar energy entered her tired hands, rejuvenating sparks of memory and creation. The mount of Venus itched and only the grip of a pen could calm it. She felt perfectly safe here, in this darkness. She lit candles all around her then, and the presence of her Majesty was so compelling. Red and gold hues fell quietly around her as she traced patterns of light into shapes of divinity. A clicking, an internal signal... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, January 4, 2009

Once Again

Once again she has blessed me and her love shines through the bluest eyes and her miracle cries out in the night. Once again she has answered me and my fears subside and my voice sings as tears of gratitude stream down my face. Once again she persuades me and my faith in myself is restored and my life again finds renewal. Once again she depends on me and I pick up my pen and write and I drop my limitations Once again. Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, January 3, 2009

Phantom Queen

My lady has stirred a familiar story in my heart. She has recovered for me that which I had believed had been removed by the vicious reality of humanity. Harried and dripping with the blood of time, my beating vessel of strength pounds in my chest and my thoughts race with thunderous hooves against the landscape of my mind. Quietly I retreat into a passage between the mountains, the dark shadows surround me as the full moon shines overhead. Only a heartbeat separates me from Her, a breathless... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, January 2, 2009

Blood of the Moon

Blood of the Moon The most primal of things a rushing wave of tidal red courses down my thigh having its way with me. A showy reminder of the power of it. The red. The mother. The babies. The blood. The moon. The forgotten children gone too soon, humming in the hiss of the heat vent. Organic and opulent the words threaten me, gathering together in whatever fashion they want, and expose me once again. Another secret comes to rest. It lays still now beside me, looking up at me with its hollow... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, January 1, 2009

Barefoot in the Snow

~ So beautiful, the barefoot ghost who walked with deep breaths curling out of the corners of her mouth. She passed through the newest snow, her silken white hair billowing around her small round face. How magnificent she looked as she brushed her hair back, revealing snowflakes glittering on her eyelashes. The crushing cold in my fingertips subsided as the many misunderstandings out here, left out here in the bitterness, revealed themselves. Too many unfettered words left lingering in the air... Sign in to see full entry.

Black Snake Serum

Blistered and burning the hidden inside Embers are glowing, the secret, it hides Black and bubbling, bursting at the seams A dark and harrowed secret, unsharing, unseen It swims so swiftly, black snake in a golden stream Until it meets the restless doorway and the shadows inbetween... What becomes of her then, so lowly, my friend A slithering blanket of scales Her smooth path so clear leading so far from here And taking with her its tales... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, December 31, 2008

Haunted Whispers

~ Haunted whispers imposed themselves upon me. Candlelight flickered softly. Her presence, so misunderstood, gently hovered in the doorway. She watched as shadows sloped down over my nose and attached to the wet trails upon my face. They traced patterns of before and then were gone. The last day of the year. Fading as quickly as the memory of today, they threatened to overcome the best of me. Until she arrived. ~ Possibly an irony, she was always there but today she kept her distance. She... Sign in to see full entry.

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