The moon's smoking a cigarette,
sitting on an iron balcony
that's a tomb and a rose garden
It reminds me of the hospital walls
and the black wings that crawled
across the raven's skin
Children sing and chant
while the wind rolls over shaken bodies
I envy the stars,
the beginning of everything and more
The crack and the whisper
at the end of the week
There's a woman who cries
the hatred of all men
She has nine kids and
represents the foulness of life
and the vagina
I know a man who's a disease in bed
and a saint of the wild things
Feel winter?
Rip the sky to shreds
and spray powder in the rivers
while the moon
mooooon
sings
It's lovely
isn't it?
Author notes
http://enayla.deviantart.com/art/Fae-of-the-Dark-576084
What a lovely image that acted as wonderful inspiration. Thank you.
A contest entry
- Dark Picture Contest by fairytalelovestory.
350 points, ended September 21, 2008, 17 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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