Earth mother’s querulous, cindered child
luminously spites hooks on oceans to and fro.
Magnetic manipulations, bewitching nocturnal sailors.
Dry-sulk weeps lunar silt’s dearth of bud or flower.
Party to Demonic, long shadow creeps, at October’s murky end,
when hocus-pocus harridans brew deathly blends
of hemlock, eye of newt and slimed vine wines,
spike the lurid, sacrificial, blood-wet acts.
Ghastly ghouls glee-greet Princess Phosphorescence.
Neck-gnarled converts homage-howl ‘Wolf!’
Undead rap on Dante’s underworldly door…
Beelzebub barbecues the tricked for a treat…
NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR:
Poem experimentaly written in the style of a Tibetan Folklore Poem, 3 x 4 line stanzas.
Stanza 1…….Contains something permanent
Stanza 2…….Contains something that occurs periodically
Stanza 3…….The consequences of stanza 2 on stanza 1
Write poems of all genres, particularly narrative writes about people, life events and the world we live in. Haikus and Tankas when I can. Like short stories too, a little drama and monologue works also in my stuff. Reside in the Dark Kingdom of Lancashire, England.