Wrapped in Folds of Midnight

By Karen L Richards

Wrapped in Folds of Midnight is a journey of emotion, through love and loss, breaking and healing .

Through short poetry and prose the author allows you to feel a universal vulnerability we all experience, through the highs and lows of life and learning to love yourself.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Karen Richards
• Release date: Aug 23, 2021
• ISBN: 9780648991984

Karen L Richards

Karen Richards resides in Australia, and she is a writer of poetry and prose, the author of two poetry collections Wrapped in Folds of Midnight and The Way My Words Fall.Karen has been writing poetry for over 30 years and enjoys connecting with her audience with emotion and simplicity through shared experiences. Her poetry has also been featured in many anthologies over the last few years.Karen currently writes to a social media audience and her work can be found on Instagram.

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Wrapped in Folds

of Midnight

Karen Richards

Copyright © 2021 Karen Richards

All rights reserved. No part of this publication including the cover image may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, without the prior written permission of the publisher.

Cover Photography: Deni Cupit Photography

Cover Design: Islam Farid

ISBN: 978-0-6489919-1-5

DEDICATION

This book I dedicate to the man who holds my heart.

None of this would be possible without you.

I love you.

Xx

Two Hearts with solid fill

and in memory of Jas

who wanted to see this book become a reality

Rest in Peace, beautiful girl

CONTENTS

Midnight Lullabies

Falling Skies

Cosmos of Black

Untouched Galaxies

Cracks of Light

A New Day is Born

Midnight Lullabies

meet me by the moon

as midnight strikes

and constellations twinkle

like tiny mirror-balls

floating in a cosmos of black

while on blankets of green

we dance, our bare feet twirling

between dreaming marigolds

to a rhythmic cricket's song

and you dip me into Eden's caress

beneath the promise

of a vibrant new moon

I was an artist without a muse

until he bared to me, his soul

and with eyes bereft of colour

holding my fingertips to his heart

he finally allowed me

to paint him back to life

your laughter resembled that of a child

as you tucked dandelions behind my ear

the seeds cascading through my hair

into goosebumps on my skin

my heart, a bounding chorus

contained in a body

frozen by the moment

I will forever remain

moonstruck by memories of you

I did not ask you to love this fragile heart

so full of fluttering arrhythmia's

that even I am not convinced it is built right

nor did I ask you to hold all of its

feeble delicate fragments together

with hands which were made

to serve a higher purpose than I

but if loving me was an accident

which you fell into while my hands

were busy stemming the haemorrhage

of your own tragically, fragile heart

I do not wish to know a purer love

I have spent a lifetime trying to mould love

into the shape of you

even when it felt completely wrong

I tried to love them into shapes

they were never meant to be

then along came you

my most unexpected

dream come true

when I