Roses, Hemlock and the Crown of Thorns

Part One

The moonlight liquid

            A moonbeam stabs

                        The silver pain takes me by surprise

Part Two

                        Hallowe’en

            Morning

                                    The toilet-paper banners dejectedly announce

                                                            The sunrise

                                                And the shattered remnants of eggs

            Decorate/desecrate

The windows

The white runs

And the yolk puns

……………………….

I don’t get it.

NOT THE LADY – EVEN BETTER

A ring of silver

Dances around the

Edges of my consciousness

A fiery brand

Is burned into her collar –

Bone

His chain isn’t tattooed

But it’s more real than the

2.5 dollar bill

she keeps in her shoe

and she prays for rain

so she can jump in the puddles

joylessness gone for an instant

her feet wet

with the waters

of compassion

Liberty stands still

Caught in headlights

 - frozen -

the brand thaws because her microwave is broken

(like her innocence)

delicate lace unveils her serenity

an inquisitive wave wears her stony smile down

beneath rock is her clay heart

heavy with unwanted obsession

the crystal unearthed

Liberty stands strong.

LADY MACBETH

Silver-green tendrils

Creep up a silken lute

The gold shimmers like a ribbon

But my scythe of gray obstructs

The pastoral joy

A knife –

How odd

That the blood won’t wash out

Of stainless steel.

BOYSEN-BERRY

You silly goose

Don’t poison me

Want me to choke

And turn blue?

This is the last straw.

You rasp at my nerves!

I mull over the consequences

But condone the black

Cherry.*

This is the pits.

*Surprise! I hope some readers appreciate the overall pun. J