Into fall’s hands

“Marvelous darling”

Called the old witch

Sitting on her doorstep

As I ran down the street

To find more red leaves

“Into fall’s hands we rest”

She murmured as I 

Ran back to show her

Three deep maroon maple leaves

I stared at the lovely

Colors

And imagined a world

Where magic existed.

“It does”

The old lady smiled.


This piece is inspired by the Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge over at Go Dog Go Cafe. Photo by Jakob Owens on Unsplash

Hammers on Bone

the whip cracks across

his back

he whispers

“no more”

.

ancient demons

rise from the ground

making every grass grey

mist of horrifying magnitude

slowly seeps into their

lungs

choking

holding

a warm yellow blanket

that smells of sulfur

all the while

the dark lord

smiles

and holds his whip

thinking he has

conqured

it all.

.

the neighbor hood watch

never relented

and even as darknesss turned night

there was a light

on

at the end of the street.

 


This poem is inspired by the Monster She Wrote, Prompt Challenge: Day 25-Hammers on Bone. I will be trying to follow this prompt challenge as much as I can throughout the month of October! Photo by michael schaffler on Unsplash.

To Say Nothing of the Dog

Meeting and finding

new news

to bring back to my time

.

Flying through space

whispering all my feelings

Will you hear?

For ages ago,

I lost any sense of

where you might be

.

Rippling raspberry tarts

and late night chocolate kisses

All scrumptious and delicious

but

concealing the fact

this is not my home

.

Tearing through time

shouting all my loves

to you

For just minutes ago,

I grabbed hold of your hand

and knew you

were next to me

.

Meeting and finding

your heart

to bring back to my time

 


This poem is inspired by the Monster She Wrote, Prompt Challenge: Day 24- To Say Nothing of the Dog. I will be trying to follow this prompt challenge as much as I can throughout the month of October! Photo by Nathan Dumlao on Unsplash.

The Haunting of Hill House

All the gold and silver

legends speaks but

the touch kills

in a house

where even the ghouls

dare not sing

.

Open to the public

Open to the stares

Where the welcome home

means

traps and snares.

I entered at my own risk

to find a land lost

jewels hidden in glass boxes

and you

sitting on a throne

only a crown to your name

.

the curse followed you

to each age

to each time

where every touch

gold reaps a madness

this haunting of hill house

where the winded child

dared to enter

only to find

that the treasure

made the man

a devil.

 


This poem is inspired by the Monster She Wrote, Prompt Challenge: Day 23-Haunting of Hill House and the Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge: winded child. Also, while writing this piece I listened to a song title “Midas“, and was very much influenced to tell this story in prose. So today is just an amalgamation of lots of inspiration! Photo by MUILLU on Unsplash.

Nights at the Circus

Foiled gold

on the ballastraude

Rich red velvet

and

Blue whispers of a supernatural

body

“Extra! Extra! Read all about it!”

Smoke filled mirrors

and glances to the left

and right

elegant stages

lights and dazzling robes

with backstage

loves

“Extra! Extra! Read all about it!”

the magician

faded and fantastic

stole more of me

with just a

simple

trick

Folly and farse

Fabric and dancing

“Extra! Extra! Read all about it!”

 


This poem is inspired by the Monster She Wrote, Prompt Challenge: Day 15-Nights at the Circus. I will be trying to follow this prompt challenge as much as I can throughout the month of October! Photo by sergio souza on Unsplash.

Beloved

You were my sunshine

and my rain

I loved each and

every petal

and laugh

Then the world tore us

apart

shredded

my bare hands

Can I be forgiven?

Beloved

Who gave me your heart

Who rested in my arms

I see you in the trees

I see you in the stars

There you are

Waiting

Asking

Pleading

Demanding

my soul as

recompense for the love

that I let die

 

 


This poem is inspired by the Monster She Wrote, Prompt Challenge: Day 10- Beloved. I will be trying to follow this prompt challenge as much as I can throughout the month of October! Photo by Edan Cohen on Unsplash.

 

St. Lucy’s Home for Girls Raised by Wolves

Marsh lands

Swamp feet

never missing a

breath

“Crazy ones”

they called

Never knowing how

true

those words rang

We found a home

in a space and time

On the warm sandy shores

where shells became

boats and

creatures became

mothers.

“Rabid”

The fisherman called

before he realized

we were just

darlings

little

soft

pieces of gold

raised by wolves.


This poem is inspired by the Monster She Wrote, Prompt Challenge: Day 8- St. Lucy’s Home for Girls Raised by Wolves. I will be trying to follow this prompt challenge as much as I can throughout the month of October! Photo by Marek Szturc on Unsplash.

The Demon Lover

Do you hear the wind in the willows?

Do you hear the train travel across the plains?

The music of life has gone from me.

Help me find it again.

.

My heart has been ripped

ribcage empty black

From a sacrifice

long long ago

My mind has been twisted

feathers fly far

and a greasy sick smile

From a ritual

long long ago

.

Do you see the robin in its nest?

Or the baby bear nuzzle its mother?

The music of life has gone from me.

Help me find it again.

 


This poem is inspired by the Monster She Wrote, Prompt Challenge: Day 4 The Demon Lover by Dion Fortune. I will be trying to follow this prompt challenge as much as I can throughout the month of October! Photo by Kaung Myat Min by Unsplash.

 

We Have Always Lived in a Castle

I

me

my

love

magick

dust

poison

fingers

fire

blood

death

tomb

hate

vile

no

.

Every morning, quarter to 8, I sing my chant so the evil will abate

Every night, quarter to 7, I burn the mint so my mother will see heaven

My sister is mine, and I am her’s

My magic will protect us

My magic will protect us.

I will protect us.

 


This poem is inspired by the Monster She Wrote, Prompt Challenge: Day 3 We Have Always Lived In A Castle by Shirley Jackson. I will be trying to follow this prompt challenge as much as I can throughout the month of October! Photo by Ali Lokhandwala on Unsplash.