|Part of an exclusive series of hand-painted hen eggs by me of my own designs that are only 2 1/2" tall.|
Dark MessengerDark Messenger by Jade-Pandora
Night's engorged corpse's maw spews forth
Sudden rider's dread appearance
As its steed's terror arch and pitch
Overwhelms with stench of sulfur,
In voices deep & black as death,
As if from ev'ry host and storm,
Resound in ancient glory raised,
'Tis I, the rider, back from Time:
"Beware, it will be ever known
That I am Devil, Satan's own,
Of Lucifer's originals.
Of those who fell to follow him
And pass it on to souls like you,
That his is Truth, the Way, the Life
Fore'er in death and well beyond.
That I, his Messenger elect,
Is but the only one who comes,
Not what was told would be the Christ.
To bring the news: you are the one
Autumn HouseThey rattle through the aged house,Autumn House by Jade-Pandora
The echoed calls through arteries.
The labyrinth leading from its bowels,
The iron heating in the core
Where beat its heart now long gone cold.
But as the autumn and the rain
Is rolling through and sinking in
To claim the rafters and the walls,
Was how the rattle came to be,
The autumn whistling down the halls.
But what of all the guests who stayed
When holidays would welcome them,
To sample of its luxuries?
The strolls through gardens manicured,
The games played on the emerald lawn.
Then came the evenings' dining fare
Of duck and quall and Guinea fowl,
The roasts of beef with tarragon.
The pastries afterwards with fruit,
And coffee served with crème Brule.
The old house in its heyday then,
It seems forever and a day
With no one left that lived here when,
A Parting CurseThe village folk had duly madeA Parting Curse by Jade-Pandora
A worthy build of lumber stacked
At center place of public square
Where all who came would see her there.
A woman not of tender years
But comely handsome in her prime.
Her flowing hair, the crucifix,
Would soon be smold'ring candle wicks.
And as the morning sun arose
The prisoner, escorted thus
Was jeered at by the jostled crowd
That started chanting, each aloud:
"Burn the witch! Burn the witch!" they said,
"Stoke flames until she's proper dead!"
The woman robed in black did bow
Before her arms and torso tied
To limbless tree trunk, tall & straight
That held her to a burning fate.
The village broke out in a dance
As several men with torches lit
Approached the pyre and bowed their heads,
The dancers stopped, a prayer was said.
'Twas in the silence as they prayed,
The woman they'd judged as a witch
Looked up and o'er the folk en mass,
Threw back to shake her head, and laughed:
"YE SHALL NOT CLAIM ME PRISONER,
THY FLAMES WILL TOUCH ME NOT AT ALL!
CannibalEager hands and eager faces,Cannibal by Jade-Pandora
Some with ghoulish masks in place,
Await with shouts of "Trick or treat!"
While moms look on in merry greet.
Into their sacks the morsels drop,
But no one sees the eyes that popped
and left blood stains of my donate;
the remnants of the meal I ate.
Happy Halloween... can I tempt you?
Scimitar BrideWas the night before is when I saw youScimitar Bride by Jade-Pandora
deep in the crowd at my place where you looked
like you were lost and no one knew your name.
I recognized that you would be my bride
with I as host to such a prized event,
and I would make you mine in blooded own.
I never cared for made-up vanity,
the blondness of your hair had sable roots,
your bite was fixed, your wisdom teeth were pulled.
A bump was taken off your Roman nose,
your thighs were lipo'd, and your tummy tucked,
but all I wanted with you was... to fuck.
My way was nothing like you'd ever known,
I blew your mind and then I cut your soul.
The way I loved you with my scimitar
Thought I'd something more to sayBreathe, breathe in the air,Thought I'd something more to say by Jade-Pandora
It can't be helped but there's a lot of it about,
Racing around to come up behind you again,
For long you live and high you fly,
And after all we're only ordinary men,
Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day.
Look around and choose your own ground.
God only knows it's not what we would choose to do.
So you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it's sinking.
Run, rabbit, run. Dig that hole, forget the sun.
But in the end it's only round and round,
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death.
And when at last the work is done
For the want of the price of tea and a slice,
You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way.
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you,
And all you touch and all you see is all your life will ever be,
But only if you ride the tide.
The time is gone, the song is over,
The poster bearer cried.
Time Noircity lights - sparks that fly off asphaltTime Noir by Jade-Pandora
of midsummer heat and humidity
after a third shower for the day,
I huddle in the open doorway
of a deli, partially hidden under
the striped awning, a neon sign
flickers in the display window,
the smell of warm pastrami on rye
entices passers-by to come in-
that's New York City for you;
the bustle of pedestrians racing
always against the signals, until
a cloudburst makes people gather,
temporary acquaintances in
every doorway while it comes down,
most will filter into the shop for
coffee and a blintz, or egg salad-
the street eerily bare at this moment
until a taxi pulls up and there you are,
wearing a summer trench that
falls open and collapses from the
vortex of your rush to get in-
hardly breathing, I watch in secret
as you bend low, rain beads from the
passing storm shimmer and hold fast
in your impeccably groomed hair,
I have the urge to join you, and
start to cross towards the curb
when a cop rushes up asking,
do I know what time it is-
The Esperanto of TreesI traveled with the tallest,The Esperanto of Trees by Jade-Pandora
tacking the wind, carrying tales
beyond the world I knew
in the billowing sails.
I always believed in the
gentleness of trees;
the keepers of every footnote
of everything that came to be,
witnessed and handed down
as precious cargo.
To listen (yes, hear the hush)
of a language long forgotten,
like the Esperanto of trees,
before the memories of hominids,
perhaps from their lineage,
before venturing into the hunt
on ancient savanna.
As birds to the dinosaur, who
heard the trees and what they said;
living with the quiet nobles,
nesting in their masthead.
Dancing at SamhainDancing at SamhainDancing at Samhain by skycladarts
wet wind dashes moisture
through my tangled hair
as copper leaves dance around my feet
muddied and bare
as my body
as I whirl amongst the ancient stones
in a spiral of life and death
joining with the souls that share the night
whilst the flames hiss their displeasure
at the falling rain
and join their voice with others
rustling through the branches as they struggle
to hold onto their final covering
Samhain... Samhain... Samhain
Multhaiku Weekly 7Hey fellow haiku writers (haijin) and micropoetry enthusiasts, this is your weekly dose of Multhaiku related news. Dig in!Multhaiku Weekly 7 by Nichrysalis
Cats or dogs?
The weekly prompt is a word or phrase I will prompt our members with for their own use. Participation is not necessary or rewarded, only encouraged. This week's prompt is:
Honey and syrup
Got lit you're proud of and want others to see? Seen an awesome piece of poetry by a fellow deviant? Get lit! Post it in the comments and I will feature it in this section in the next journal, no matter the length! Features limited to one piece of literature per person for the first four people who comment.
No news to report this week.
If you're a member of Multhaiku and wa
Today's Features!~ (8/24/2016)Welp, I can't sleep so we have an extra feature journal today.Today's Features!~ (8/24/2016) by HisBrokenMarionette
Laughing Jack by gatanii69 Laughing Jack by ZombieRay10
Affection through music by Bat-Symphony Hestia's new ears by RandomComicSheet excuse u by Aesaii
I see you by Jade-Pandora Break up by WordyKite Pointless Point by KalineReine
TOP ART FEATURES!~
Beginnings of Site SimplificationBeginnings of Site Simplification by Heidi
Beginnings of Site Simplification
It’s no secret that DeviantArt is a complicated site. Have you ever invited a friend to DeviantArt, only to have them ask a bunch of questions about how to get started? Or have you ever spoken with a fellow deviant about a feature you use daily, only to learn they didn't know that feature existed? It’s our aim to make a new deviant's first experience as inspiring and welcoming as those who have made this community their home. We’ve spent a lot of time thinking about how to make DeviantAr
The Ladies of Lit: Volume LXXWelcome to volume seventy my Literature series, The Ladies of Lit!
The premise here is simple. Below you will find an assortment of Literature features from a selection of female deviants here on DeviantART, all of them suggested by you. In this article, you will also find a variety of other things of interest, including:
An array of bonus features from five of our previous articles showcasing some of your favorite female writers in celebration of our sixtieth volume of Ladies of Lit.
This article’s deviant spotlight: featuring the incredibly talented Jade-Pandora. She has offered to answer a few questions as well, to tell us a bit about what inspires her writing and which piece in particular she favors.
Additional information about our upcoming events, and we also have a selection of other interesting Literature news links to share with you.
Our “meet our contributors”
"They tend to confirm one in one's own conceit -- unless they praise what you yourself don't like. Also, they make you self-conscious about your virtues -- just as when you praise a child for some natural charm. Also, they create an underground opposition: applause is the beginning of abuse. Also, they deprive you of your own anarchic liberties -- by electing you into the government. Also, they separate you from your devil, which hates being observed and only works happily incognito."
--from Ted Hughes to Anne Sexton, 1967
Hi, hon! As part of PoetryOD's Review Competition, I'm going to be reviewing you--as an artist--here in the comments!
"Jade-Pandora is a true haijin master with a flair for mixing the sensuality of an intimate relationship with the subtle romance of unbridled, untamed nature. The amount of imagery begot from just three lines is enough to keep readers enchanted. With a keen eye for detail and creative phrasing, Jade-Pandora's gallery is sure to keep you coming back for more!"
Actually, it was a prompt that I got to give him for my catching his 25,000 kiriban: "Don't wish the dead back to life.". It was a true challenge and the piece he wrote in response inspired me to give it a special spot all its own here on my page. Please enjoy, and visit neonxaos with some love.
SkyriseThe land is flaming,
a poem written for & given to me by my lovely friend literary-love ...
with the abandon
of a gypsy,
the golden bells
on your wrists
jingle and ring,
jingle and sing
a resounding hymn,
one that draws my feet
teaching me to dance
with the abandon
of a gypsy.