Showing posts with label how can I miss you when you won't go away. Show all posts
Showing posts with label how can I miss you when you won't go away. Show all posts

Saturday, November 4, 2023

Hungry Ghosts And Thirsty Spirits

 
 

 
 
 
 
 
Hungry Ghosts And Thirsty Spirits
 
 
 
 

Nine snow-white candles to ward my bed
as the Hunter's Moon glares against my door.
 
Rowan and hyperion at foot and head
but your fetch is strong. I need much more.

Last night I could tell it would need to be fed.
I felt its cold lips that the flames couldn't kill
 
pressed on my skin like a waxen seal,
saw its stubbled neck scrawny, stretched and too real

as thirsting you came, crawling over the sill,
but the gods in their mercy allowed me one grace:
 
to never again have to see your face.
 
 
 
 



October 2023
 
 

 
 




 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
posted for
 (inspired by Night of the Desperate Dead)
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Process note: Rowan and Hyperion(St John's Wort) were said to be protective against evil spirits and witches and were often hung indoors or planted at the doorways of houses:
 
"The European rowan (Sorbus aucuparia) has a long tradition in European mythology and folklore. It was thought to be a magical tree and [to]give protection against malevolent beings.. It was said in England that this was the tree on which the Devil hanged his mother..British folklorists of the Victorian era reported the folk belief in apotropaic powers of the rowan-tree, in particular in the warding off of witches...Sir James Frazer (1890) reported such a tradition in Scotland, where the tree was often planted near a gate or front door. ~wikipedia
 
"The common name St John's wort comes from the fact that its flowers and buds were commonly harvested at the time of the Midsummer festival, which was later Christianized as St John's Feast Day on 24 June. It was believed that harvesting the flower at this time made its healing and magical powers more potent. The herb would be hung on house and stall doors on St John's Feast Day to ward off evil spirits and to safeguard against harm and sickness to people and livestock. ..Because of its supposed potency in warding off spirits, the plant was also known as fuga daemonum (loosely "demon-flight").."~wikipedia
 
 
 
 
 
Images: Title unknown,  ©@coven of ceridwen via internet  Fair Use
La Mort: Mon ironie depasse toutes les autres! 1889 ©Odilon Redon   Public Domain

Friday, April 29, 2022

The Nag

 
 

 
 
The Nag


I try to smile at the morning,
even tho it shambles in
unsure of what to do with itself and 
wants advice. "You're all
the same, " I mutter.

Then you come the way you do,
pulling my hair.
"Look at me, look at me,"you say,
even tho you never see a thing 
except what isn't there.

"Do this, do that!" I pry
your centipede legs
off my neck, hundreds of them, each
one shoe'ed 
with crawling demand.

Talk to me," you insist,
adjusting 
your face in the mirror,
deaf as a blue-eyed white cat.
Explosions and tremors
 
make your bed. Rage
and misunderstanding
call you mother.
Peace will
never know you.
 
 
"I am the goat," I say
"who walks alone,"
and turn to ask
the morning
what I can do.


April 2022











posted for dVerse Poets











Images: The Smiling Spider, 1891, © Odilon Redon   Public Domain
‘Soulmate’ © Księżycolica, via internet  Fair Use