Through woven passages, of books she travels, from language chanted when read, comes Whitby’s lost nightmare to do what he said!
She moves in pieces, a wanton frame, dressed like a pirate, from a long past fame. A strutting woman, from a lost dim year, too many to count she can’t keep them clear. Down SoHo’s through fare, her eyes weird, the coven is waiting, her charter is clear. Every married man looks at her to see what somethings there. The women they look too, her lips they’d kiss so faire. A quenching, that goes beyond fulfillment, they watch her figure all the same, as she struts, into dark places from the past she struts. Taking weakness from their lust she struts, nothing ventured, well nothing gained…
Madison Poe, exits the library, all around her, a familiar adores, through the door touching the witch wood, through the door she has entered before. Most would say a young lithe figure, taunt in flesh, curving with flow. Most would say the pipes of an organ, voice like a dark angel, from time still untold. Victorian tom-boy, she that runs barefoot so stable, here in the mist of Whitby’s best fable, come through a book, a keyhole of lore. Prancing like pixie dust cross the marble, her laughter brings crimson, into a room. Blushing each cheek, Lucy looks onward, her father’s manor, loses its gloom. The devil can wait for longer much deeper, under the cliffs where cold waters roar, Madison Poe, has come to the table, swooning, eyes darting, drawing the room. A shadow darts, she bites from the apple, Mina laughs, the coven has entered the room.
The gloom from the sea moves its way closer, the fireplace so willing, can’t take the flume. Madison Poe, her familiar around her, goes to the window, and calls down the moon. Turning so slowly her eyes like liquid, taking her hand she beckons someone, shadows come alive in the manor, wanton figures, move in the room. Ladies she breathes, I come from lost highways, a future waiting, where we are stars, looking down upon, this moment, I’ve seen it already, the melody of story is what we are. The beginning of his dark end we are tomorrow. For I have come from books beyond legend, wraithlike my eyes have seen angels fall. Brought down to these times here at Whitby, sweet Lucy, I kiss you, my Mina, I tempt you, all night, by these candles, we could scream out his songs.
Madison Poe, enters the library, all around her, a familiar adores, she leaves for a little while, gone to tomorrow, in sheaves of paper, a mistress of witching, a latitude long. Into the future, a circle of waiting, a spinning perpetual wait. Every lost memory, sorrow filled moment, into her familiar Madison Poe does take. And somewhere she’ll enter back to her darlings, back through the library, back to Whitby, her lithe figure sliding, back to her master, your weakness she will take.
She moves in pieces, a wanton frame, dressed like a pirate, from a long past fame.…-04.23.2017-דָּנִיֵּאל
I enjoyed this very much. You are very talented.
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Hi Lilly, thank you for your comment and compliment. 🙂
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Your welcome, you write unfettered Daniel. it is truly a dark and mystical gift.
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Wonderful, the Whitby ladies have returned! 🙂
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Thank you Diana, indeed they have. 😉
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I am looking forward to more! More I say!!! 🙂
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I was so hoping it would be this day, you did another lady from Whitby story, and look, here you are, and it is delightful! ❤
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Thank you Ruby, perhaps my favorite of the characters to date. 🙂
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I could sense that, a bit of mischievous boy in Madison Poe!
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I love everything you write, but nothing grips me more than “The Whitby Women”. They are a dark mess, to not be trifled with. Will there be more????? 🙂
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Thank you Heather. I often feel the same yet they reel me in and bring me back. 😉
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Great myths always do, and you write them so well. ❤
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How do you find such perfect songs to accompany your poems?!?!? Wonderful writing, my friend. Shavua tov, jen
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Thank you Jen. For me it usually starts with the music. i listen to music almost 24×7, and compose by keyboard when I’m not listening. The ideas come from the music. Wishing you and your family a wonderful week. Shavua Tov, Daniel
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This is amazing writing. I have read and reread Lucy and Mina, and now Madison Poe. Anxiously awaiting what is next.
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Hi Jerri. Thank you for reading them all. i am blessed to have people such as yourself that read my scribbles.
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She is kind of scary, and yet…. She’s hot. 😉
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Thank you Tatiana, i kind of found her that way also, I just didn’t want to get to close. 😉
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Daniel, the Whitby Women are fantastic. i love each word!!!
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Thank you Joette. i am so happy you have enjoyed them.
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Well. this is rather hot, and enjoyable! 🙂
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Hi Krissie, Happy you found them so. I always love it when people enjoy what I write.
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Wonderful and frightful. A great way to start my week off. thank you Daniel, as always your writing is to die for. ❤
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Thank you Leslie. So happy I could give your week a jump start. 🙂
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Your Whitby women continue to haunt in the most haunting way. Keep them coming.
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I plan on it Danika, I am so happy you like this.
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I love this. Love each tale of the Whitby series, but this one is reaches out and grabs me. Madison Poe is a vampire of the mind is she not?
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Hi Jene, you got it, exactly what i thought as she was birthed. Thank you. 🙂
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I thought so, and it’s good to be right. this is a great series Daniel. Keep up the great work.
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Again my friend Daniel, again you take me away, to a different world in few words. This was great!
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Thank you as always my friend Wang. Always grateful you read and like my stuff. thanks for the comment.
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Well it’s worth reading, and I am waiting for what is next!!!!
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I love Bram Stoker, and it’s better than Bram! 😉
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Thank you for a wonderful compliment Ginger. Not sure I am at Bram’s level but am trying. 🙂
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Your there! 😉
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This is great stuff Daniel!
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Thank you kind sir. 😊
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Could just be me, but the Whitby ladies seem to have a touch of naughtiness to them. 🙂
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Yes they do, but nothing you can’t handle. 😉
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I might have to differ with you on that. Still, it is tempting to try. 🙂
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