The Grieving Widow and Other Fables

By Phoenix J. Coulton

Accessible, universal, and poignant, The Grieving Widow and Other Fables is a brief snippet into the collective works of Phoenix J. Coultons poetry and prose. Chosen from a collection of just over two thousand pieces with topics spanning love, loss, depression, war, addiction, and abstract nightmares that range from dark tones to the odd tongue-in-cheek moment.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris AU
• Release date: Aug 29, 2016
• ISBN: 9781524516659

Phoenix J. Coulton

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Rev. date: 09/15/2016

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CONTENTS

Your Heart Is My Womb

The History Of What’s To Come

Here Comes The Sun

Beautiful Monsters

The Comedian And The Hangman

The Grieving Widow… (Denial)

Everything I Don’t Want To Be

The Deceivers Are Crying

A Little Kiss From The Devil’s Mistress

Premature Grey

Rainy Day

The Grieving Widow…(Anger)

Slender

Gravestone Kiss

My Silver Lining

Slave New World

The Funeral Within

Same As It Never Was

Either Side Of The Middle

Bones Of Yesterday

I Thought Of You Today

Where Black Holes and Sunshine Collide

Thanks To The Rain

Sky Breakers

The Grieving Widow…(Bargaining)

Pale Sexy Death

Ghosts In The Orchard

I Only Love You When I’m Drunk

My Legacy

Insignificant Other

Post Dream Watermelon

Leaving All Your Shadows Behind

Psychedelic Nightmare Paintings

Beyond These Blackened Bones

Saltwater Sunrise

Shooting Stars And Sharing Wishes

Inaudible Lullabies

My Heart Is Now Sobering And This Hangover Is Misery

The Witching Hour

Suicide Romance

In Frames

New Light

Slow Dance

The Grieving Widow…(Depression)

These Scars Spell Your Name

Young Hearts Break Easily

Scream Off The Overdose

Tell Me My Wishes Are Never Wasted

Halo Of Black

Eyes Of Shade

The Factory Children

Bipolar Monkey

Regrettable Decision

This Long Awaited

Exit Wound Of Our Prayers

The Grieving Widow…(Acceptance)

Terminally Yours, Terminally Mine

My Butterflies Are As Lonely As You Make Me Feel

Fooled By A Dream I Never Really Believed In

Caterpillars

Long Since Given Up Trying To Read Your Cryptic Eyes

Tremulous

To Flutter With Mine

A Thousand Poems, A Thousand Love Songs

Secret Hidden Little Note

Black Lullaby

Our Broken Remains

Haven’t We Suffered Enough?

Your Heart Is My Tomb

In memory of Lesley McKay

Your Heart Is My Womb

Your heart is my womb

Each beat is me kicking

In an attempt to be born

Stretching and aching

It’s almost ready to burst…

The History Of What’s To Come

I see shadows on the horizon taking shape

Into the history of what’s to come

Premonitions and prophecies unite

Under new light of our dying sun

New stakes of survival sever all honour

Savage land without reviving purity

Clouds ablaze, burning to black

Showers of ash cleansing our hypocrisy

Weaving in and out of shadows

Our obsession with death lingers

Thick in the air we breathe

Exhaling what’s to come

Sin or be sinned in a world of gluttonous lust

Our greed incurs the wrath of idleness

Broken hands bury our useless pride

Enviously feast on the weakness

Weaving in and out of shadows

Our obsession with death lingers

Thick in the air we breathe

Exhaling what’s to come

Weaving in and out of shadows

Our obsessions linger with each breath

As humanity comes undone

Bleeding all hope from our forgotten third eyes

Blind in the shade of yesteryear’s demise

Silhouettes of extinction haunt our prayers

Daily nightmares bereft of lullabies

Step by step our oblivion dances in seduction

To the out of time beat of war drums

Killing fields scattered with the memory of life

Flesh torn from the bones of peace

I see shadows on the horizon taking shape

Into the history of what’s to come

Broken hands bury our useless pride

Years after tomorrow died

I see shadows on the horizon taking shape

Into the history of what’s to come

Skies painted with pretty destruction

All dead before our dying sun.

Here Comes The Sun

You said you were leaving come daybreak

To walk away from us and follow a different dream

Begging you to stay just to make mine come true

Begging you to stay

Hesitating to say goodbye

Falling into each other one last time

So in perfect darkness we spent the night together

By the firelight, next to the wine we loved and laughed

Keeping sleep at bay, we held each other tight

Keeping sleep at bay

Hesitating to say goodbye

Falling into each other one last time

Here comes the sun

To steal you away from me

Here comes the sun

To break my heart today

Slowly you dressed to lengthen my heartache

Finally breaking as my eyes gave me away

Making a mistake, it’s too late to change your mind

Making a mistake

Hesitating to say goodbye

Falling into each other one last time

Here comes the sun

To steal you away from me

Here comes the sun

To break my heart today

Here comes the sun

To wash my dreams away

Here comes the sun

I’m watching you walk away