Moonchild Part II

Diana's daughter pendant of jade
moonlight frolicker child of the shade

back in her garden
sabbath amulet on
the evening garden games
had just begun

when suddenly the ground gave way
played an insolent trick
arms, legs sent reeling she fell
and she fell quick
(kick, kick kick)

all rushed by a furious blur
when whoosh she was swept up in a current
a motion, a sound

"aaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
ehhh-lyyyssss-saaahhhhhh"

so the wind cried it's torture in the willows
shattering the dormant dream of an unknown dell
their long slender limbs danced and billowed
amidst the forlorn toll of a distant bell
somber knell for two born to become as one
apart too long had grown

now a lantern dim aloft she held in hand
as she bent and wove through tangled broom and fen
cursing fate, praying for path to soon reach end
the pounding in her breast become a desperate demand
so overcome at times that she stopped and really shook
and wondered if the howling wind was her own voice mistook
thus was her state, flesh and ghost, electric to the core
when at last she came.....before the darkened door

each leaf now sprouted tongues which all surrounded
each quaking fiber of her soul rang and resounded
with the choral din no mortal being could ignore
yet through the din a solitary voice implored

"aaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
eh-lyyyssss-saaahhhhhh"

some beast was woken by the clamor, this much she could tell
she jumped to run but she was frozen , locked in a demoniac spell
all dark enchantment was it, wrapped within greedy nest of vines
and these same clung all about the awesome frame, horribly entwined
she was held amazed as if upon a fabled shore
all torrid senses gripped with wonder
ravaged nerves come torn asunder
oh, her heart like unto thunder
crawling, crawling toward that door.....

here in her little garden
sabbath amulet on
the evening garden games
had just begun

Diana's daughter pendant of jade
moonlight frolicker child of the shade

copyright©2006 michael james prue

Amphilia

"Cool moist, warm sun
these our only needs
we drink from the darkness
as we climb up to feed
upon the light
to be freed from the damp and the cold
there's a span of good light just beyond so we're told"

So she climbs
and as she winds
she clings
to what holds
and fast
with her tendrils
and her claspers

Amphilia, our dear, sweet lithe and tender vine
she creeps along the ground until she comes to find
a likely trunk or leg 'bout which to wind

By pale dim light of moon and star
come watch as she bathed in dewdrops glistens
where the night creatures beckoned by her lulling voice
draw ever so close to listen

"Dark moist, warm sun
be our twin desires
we drink from beneath
as we climb yet higher
through the night
to rise apart from the mire and chill
let us climb till the morning
then drink our phyll

Too oft there come the savage lashings
of vagabond wind's cruel whips and thrashings
the careless idler's bud-beheadings
the wrath of wanton butterfly nettings

Because of these and attacks more alarming
a sister now tends her to stem the harming
to curtail her wild and reckless wand'ring
to ease the sufferings born only of longing

"Cool moist, warm sun

these our only needs
we drink from the darkness
as we climb up to feed
upon the light
to be freed from the damp and the cold
there's a span of good light just beyond so we're told"

copyright©2007 michael james prue

Moonchild Part I

ocean daughter, indigo blue

sea shell eye, child of the moon

she keeps her garden

protected from the Sun

under coven spell

and tells no one

where she goes

between walls

a memory

of haunting eyes

stilled by fate and scorn

half-open once would linger

soft, upon her delicate form

to travel each beloved curve

with grateful finger

broken promise

side of the road

hidden place, all overgrown

knelt once to soothe her satin skin

to trace her silken down

hides her love

in a bottomless well

of slain tomorrows

donning for each sorrow

an alabaster shell

collects each tear that forms

a strand of her gossamer cell

glides between shadows of a private hell

and whispers of dawn

a borrowed smile put on

like a finger-puppet

now thrust in thorn-lined pocket

for safe keeps

as the minute hand leaps

(and just beyond the door

the other waits)...

while across the fields

past the forest of mist

by the western gate

in a burnt out barn

a cat preens

licks a paw and listens

waits unseen

nostrils catch the scent

a sudden shadow stirs

beneath broken panes

eyes locked upon the prey

crouching deeper

into darkness

slowly leans back

furtive, unheard...

and she inside, so quiet

behind a glass opaque

simply clothed in homemade slate

falling entransic

a momentary glimpse

phantom of a dark realm

revealing in a dream

how to quell the ache

to open the core

to feed this flame

an incantation

head thrown back

white neck gleaming bare

"phantom,

why dost thou idle

before my hidden bower

with your moonlit lantern

on its silver chain

your knotted cane

with handle of pearl

your cloak of art noir woven

by a lady of Spain

in a room lit by a candle"

"but who among them could know my name

their tenement windows

glow and wane

who of them discover

my least design

as they scurry down the screaming corridors

of the terminally sane

who'll caress the moonchild

who cradle the flame?"

in cooling waves it arrives

a wraithlike gaunt

first lapping her toes, tickling her want

slowly it warms and envelopes

engulfs the whole

penetrates each pore

devouring from within

she keeps her garden

protected from the dawn

under coven spell

and tells no one

ocean daughter, indigo blue

sea shell eye, child of the moon

copyright©2006michael james prue

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