Wildness

Rose 
to pink
to purple
to mauve
to jade 
to emerald
to sapphire
blending to aqua
kaleidoscope of colors
bleeding along butterfly wings.
She swoops
swirls
sweeps
flitting in meadows
green 
grey
dead.
Poisoned air
scented with 
sweet floral notes
of the belladonna plant.
Hovering……
waiting…..
I pick my way below
following my guardian
my guide
she leads me true.
To where?
I do not know.
To accomplish what?
That is still a mystery
Appearing as I was denounced.
Vilified.
So Lost
down the Rabbit’s Hole
Skritching noises 
as she communicates
while on their harness
my wee beasties wail.
They snap and snarl
whining their wants
as she flies ahead
leading us further into this wild land.
 
January 11/19
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Outsider

‘Hear ye
hear ye
it seems to be 
an outsider
writhing amongst our midst.
Sowing discord
loss
desire
in all whose path she crosses.’
I stood in with the crowd
cowled head
bent to hide the blues
the greens
the halos of my eyes.
No more did I wonder
when I heard these oracles
these leaders
decry the one who does not belong.
I knew it was me.
Cruel beasties
tied to my side
tethered
chained
beholden to do my bidding
as long as I was here
in this place
in this time.
Madman
madder than he was before
rending his clothing
his flesh
screaming of the one who does not exist.
Oooooohhhhhhh
I no longer exist
which means that there……
there are no consequences for acts done.
No need to not try to change
disrupt
agitate
the populous so trodden down
losing hope
beaten
to rise above their pious Lordlings
toss them down
erase them from this life?
Am I truly evil?
Am I Danger?
Have I fallen off the wayside?
Am I truly Lost?
Or am I retribution?
Off with their heads
no cake for the wicked
soon I shall cast off this cowl
making myself known.
Down and down
the Rabbit’s Hole I fall
each level
a new experience
tying me to this place.
 
January 10/19
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Danger

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Nightmare beings
sliding
merging
entwining
round my head.
Yet another marvel of this place.
Lost within the Rabbit Hole
I wander paths
followed
ceaselessly
by these brooding
demented
nasty little beasties
who have an appetite
vast
for destruction
pain
fear.
I giggle
tripping along the pathway
lined with brilliant poppies
opium scented air
as hazily they begin to drop.
A few follow me through
the lassitude that befell their brethren
falling away
aside
bringing them back to their former nastiness.
Though they try
claws out
flaying my flesh
shrieking with horror
dismay
rage
as talons glide through
renting no skin.
Torment
repent
not at all.
My smile
wide as the Cheshire
mysterious
unknown
tripping on cyanide lips
danger to all.
Am I really a She-Demon?

January 9/19

 

Good Girl

Usually a good girl
kept her mouth shut
head bent
eyes cast down
always ready to be blamed.
No one looked twice at her.
Submissive to the core.
Sold into slavery
sex trade
men
always
more and more men
telling her what to do
how to be
what role was expected from her.
Night after night
fear
pain
distress
hardening a child’s heart
until
rage
so long supressed
so long tamped down
began
to simmer
to boil
to rise.
No one foresaw
no one believed
the massive eruption
from a child so small.
With blade in hand
stealth
moving from room to room
each throat slit
a link
breaks the chain.
Finally
they were no more
she was free.
To become the monster they bred.
December 6/18
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Subvert

**I submitted two poems to The New Yorker. This is one of the two. I obviously was rejected but I can say with pride I was rejected by The New Yorker.***
There is an evil rot within
leaching from the heart
any illusion
that there remains some good.
Time and time again
it has been proven
that society has become doomed
trading away
ethics
morals
basic humanity.
Twisting and subverting
with each falsehood told
embraced
with zeal
religious fevor
becoming the very demon
decried as the enemy.
We have failed.
We have lost our way.
One by one
we have been corrupted
by lies
by slight of hand
and the tears that are wept
fall between the cracks
in this desert land.
©Feb. 23/18
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Within

I once was lost

yet now I am found

for within

a strength resides.

Blackness has reigned

demons gorging

breeding

upon my self-consciousness.

Death grip strangles

tears fall unchecked

abyss at my toes;

heart in tatters

where do I go?

From within

determination.

From within

love.

From within

confidence.

From within

dreams to be followed.

What I sought

has been found

Independence is mine.

Photo by Casey Horner on Unsplash

Obsession

**Found picture on Internet**
I am a passing shadow
seen from the corner of your eye
ignored.
You pretend not to see me
when I am standing in front of you.
Loving you
dreading you
wishing that you would hold me tight.
I feel you
do you feel me?
Loving
reaching
hating
leaving
cannot let go
do not deny…..
Nothing can batter
nothing can bruise
only arms twined
lips touching
hearts beating
love so true.
I can see it why can’t you?