I Look Down

from my window
I look down, look down
at the iniquitous world spread out below me
I look down, look down
I see foul, curst creatures, but they don’t see me

from my room
I look down, look down
into the caliginous night steeped in midnight tea
I look down, look down
I see ravenous malignancy, but it doesn’t see me

from my prison
I look down, look down
at a haunting of ghosts, ghouls, and monstrous afreets
I look down, look down
I see all things vile and evil…and pray they don’t see me.

©2018/2022 July Day

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Crow




crow comes at night

one with the darkness

slips in the window

while she sleeps

burrows its sharp beak

into her seasoned flesh

and tears at

the most tender morsels...



doubts

insecurities

fears

savors the sour flavors

of being hurt

of being fooled

of being played

again...



she learns not to sleep

stays ever vigilant

least crow

swallow everything

her pride

her independence

her reason

her life...



in the morning light

sometimes she wonders

if crow is real

is a force without

or instead

lives within

a black cancer

of bone and blood…



cawing chaos, while

beating sharp wings

within each breath

claws scraping

through fragile capillaries

frantic to escape

its self-made

prison...

©️2019 July Day



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Image by davidfoxx from Pixabay

The Unknown

Galaxies beguile and beckon,
Mouths of black holes yawn.
I face the unknown, bent of body, but bright of mind,
Not fearing the coming dawn

Of old age that comes
To all stars, planets, and man.
I face the unknown, time sifting through my fingers
Like grains of silvered sand.

©2017 July Day

Image by Florian Steinberger from Pixabay

Wings

the wings are still there
propped in a dark corner
of a forgotten room
since childhood

shaggy and moth-eaten
dull gray with dust
feathers drooping
beneath Time’s weight

they whisper of a dream
where anything is possible
where I can fly
if only I believe

and possess a child’s courage
to strap on gossamer wings
constructed of innocence and faith
and leap blindly into space

©2018 July Day

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Image by Alan from Pixabay

Boogeyman Dreams

A murder of crows takes flight,
Cawing their insanity into the abyss of the night.
They wake the monster of madness; it rears its bristly head.
“Be not afraid,” gods whisper as you lie in your panicked bed.
“For we are here, we are with you, we are the light.”
Just a child, alone, you tremble in fright,
Too little to ward off things only heard, not seen—
While under your bed, the boogeyman dreams.

©2017, 2022 July Day

Image by Stefan Keller from Pixabay

Red

Dark woods, deep woods, deathly woods,

Through them I rush-race-run.

Moon glows, moon shows, moon knows,

Soon I will be done.



Bog sucks, bog slurps, bog swallows,

Stealing the boots from my feet.

Briars snatch, briars catch, briars latch,

Determined we shall meet.



Water utters, water mutters, water blubbers,

Through rimed wetness, I sloggishly go.

Rocks thrash, rocks slash, rocks gash,

Riving cracks into my soul.



Solid dirt, cold dirt, stinging dirt,

Toes digging in, I stagger up a knoll.

Trees shadow, trees shelter, trees shield—

Or so I have been told.



Wolves prowl, wolves howl, wolves growl,

Form a menacing circle round me.

Darkling eyes, devil eyes, demon eyes,

But only one will claim me.



Teeth show, teeth smile, teeth sink

Dagger fangs above my breast.

My master’s kiss, my lover’s kiss, my mate's kiss

Weeps river-red upon my chest.



Dark woods, deep woods, deathly woods,

Through them I rush-race-run.

Moon glows, moon shows, moon knows,

My life has just begun.



©2017 July Day

Image via iStock

Rivers

Rivers

In her life, she has crossed many rivers.
Some she swam with sure, steady strokes;
Some she walked over on burning bridges;
Some were so shallow, she easily waded.
But fording the last one, she almost drowned,
Failed to reach the other side.

The swift, black waters dragged her down,
Filled her lungs with life’s heartaches,
Then cast her battered body back to shore;
Left her choking, gasping, gagging,
Down but not defeated.
Never defeated.

Older and wiser, she bided her time,
Waited at the river for the dire wolves to come drink,
And built a raft from their strong bones,
Made a cape from their warm, gray fur,
Then floated across upon the cold choppy surface
And stepped off safe and warm on the other side.

She fashioned a home from the raft bones,
Made a bed from the sleek fur cape,
And she abided there in the high desert
Content and happy as she grew old
Until the time came for her to leave.
For there was one more river yet to cross.

©2019 July Day

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Image by ralph_rybak from Pixabay

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