The Enchantress

endowed with nine tails, she shapes
her world. shape-shifting powers
ignite fires in arms of suitors
a dream manifests

past and future
illusion of the grandeur
here and now
moment for the enchantress

witty and foxy she plays not
in the sun but courts the night
and forever young
she will be.

Prompt, “Write a poem inspired by Japanese myth and lore” for Dark Poetry for the Cruellest Month Challenge.

Happily Never

A giant dazed by a smell of blood, snores and blows golden pennies. Precious gems rain from the sky, Mother Goose generous with supply. Curious boy with leisure and treasure, wiggles down the slender trunk to appease a grumpy dame. Self-playing harp turns treasure into displeasure vying for blood.

Happy never, pair
returns jinxed precious metals
smelting revolting

In response to: “Beyond the Ever After” Dark Poetry for the Cruellest Month Challenge.

On Her Day, She Wails

Great mother of all
on her day, she wails.
A crude joke,
heavenly gods
left her clutching
ungrateful offspring
her wide-bosomed
frame ravaged.

Whoa! She cautions
Milk supply insufficient
to feed ever-growing
numbers.

Nipples cracked and
bleeding, gaping maw
continues to suck
her dry.

Be merciful to the innocent:
rocks
clouds
streams
glaciers
and all
creatures
that partake
for survival.

Generous in nature
she bellows gutted
not to be abused
by the amused.

On her day, she wails
for anyone with ears
to hear her cries.

In response to: “On Her Day, Gaia Wails” Dark Poetry for the Cruellest Month Challenge.