Alone Together
Author's Note: This is my first attempt at Gormenghast-related poetry so please be gentle! This is told from Fuchsia's point of view as she muses about a certain former kitchen-boy . . . This is set around the time when she and Steerpike are meeting secretly. Enjoy!
I mistrust your eyes
Yet I would willingly drown in them
Icy storms of stone that look upon me
With something I cannot place
Your cold hand meets mine
Involuntarily in the darkness
But it does not withdraw
Neither does mine
And I swoon and shudder inside
I am afraid yet courageous
Flinging myself whole-heartedly into the moment
Into your arms
Twirling in the rain
I cry out
"I am me!"
Do you hear?
Do you understand?
Forsaking my attic, forest and imagination
To grow from a child into a woman.
You roam the deepest region of my heart
Always in my mind
As I begin to tread down the outskirts of that treacherous land.
My heart happily feeding on new emotions.
Why do you stir these feelings in me?
You seem so cold in my world of passions
But yet so warm
You guess my thoughts but do you feel my feelings?
Confused, but strong, wanting to hide away
Back in my attic of childhood dreams
The casket of wonder you rifled
When you wandered into my life
A daring adventurer to capture my imagination
And steal my heart.
Do you feel?
Do you know what I dream about?
And what of your dreams?
Am I a part of them?
You understand my loneliness
So we are alone together.
Does it equate love?
Is it enough?
To be alone together in the chasms of our hearts.
Yes . . .
As long as we are not alone . . .
Author's Note: This is my first attempt at Gormenghast-related poetry so please be gentle! This is told from Fuchsia's point of view as she muses about a certain former kitchen-boy . . . This is set around the time when she and Steerpike are meeting secretly. Enjoy!
I mistrust your eyes
Yet I would willingly drown in them
Icy storms of stone that look upon me
With something I cannot place
Your cold hand meets mine
Involuntarily in the darkness
But it does not withdraw
Neither does mine
And I swoon and shudder inside
I am afraid yet courageous
Flinging myself whole-heartedly into the moment
Into your arms
Twirling in the rain
I cry out
"I am me!"
Do you hear?
Do you understand?
Forsaking my attic, forest and imagination
To grow from a child into a woman.
You roam the deepest region of my heart
Always in my mind
As I begin to tread down the outskirts of that treacherous land.
My heart happily feeding on new emotions.
Why do you stir these feelings in me?
You seem so cold in my world of passions
But yet so warm
You guess my thoughts but do you feel my feelings?
Confused, but strong, wanting to hide away
Back in my attic of childhood dreams
The casket of wonder you rifled
When you wandered into my life
A daring adventurer to capture my imagination
And steal my heart.
Do you feel?
Do you know what I dream about?
And what of your dreams?
Am I a part of them?
You understand my loneliness
So we are alone together.
Does it equate love?
Is it enough?
To be alone together in the chasms of our hearts.
Yes . . .
As long as we are not alone . . .