Magna Mater

Sweat beads
sliding along beaked nose
stinging
licking lips
tasting salt
no movement
waiting
time is coming
Mad Hatter must be dead.
Corruption leaks
bloated bodies
feeding
bleeding
poisoning
Wonderland is dying
who is going to save…..
Cheshire cat grins
puzzles
drip from purring tongue
answered wrong
become
Tweedle Dee or Tweedle Dum.
Broken tusk
litter oiled sands
no hatchlings
this way break
mandibles muzzled
parents try to escape
sludge
plastic prison
melting under brutal sun.
Addled Alice
pretending farce
temper hot
lancing boils
she should not…..
Stories told
new bible wrote
children rise
Mother Nature will be your guide.
©July 14/20
Picture via Pinterest

Whispered Death

*****Please note this could be a trigger poem. It is about lack of self. Leaving life behind. While I have only once felt like this (when I was 15) it never really leaves your mind. This poem is in no way reflective of how I feel.*****

I stand
waves slashing
sky
pink blood
shed
as day wanes
into night.
Roiling spray
drenched grey
looking outward
seeing only the bad
nary the good.
Voices whisper in my ear
so subtle
driving me a little crazy
telling me wrong
telling me right
telling me so many lies.
One does not know
sibilant
slightly under range of hearing
voice ringing in my ears
failure
wrong
liar
fake
names that go on and on.
Nights on my knees
praying
screaming
absolution please
come my way…..
wish I may
I wish I might
I wish that I could die tonight…..
©July 11/20
Picture is my own.