I’ll toss this in your trick-or-treating bag: an excerpt from a lengthy dark poem I included in my chapbook Fruit & Bones. The entire thing is embarassingly long, but a bit of it still goes down rather nicely with the chill wine of October…
…In the dream she saw two stars
framed in the window’s upper reach
like twin fires on some far hill
and thought she heard the roar
and flutter of the flames.
The scent of autumn, smoky cold,
drifted in as guests departed –
perfume of rain-gilt leaf and root
and mushroom-candled loam.
Two stars like eyes were all her field
of view, more luminous with each
whispered tick of tall case clock,
nearer with each breezy sweep
of pendulum, silken-hushed
as wings against the dusk.
From the barn loft dropped the owl,
gliding round-faced through the wood,
feathers belled by silver sequined
drops of rain.
Behind it streamed a star-burnt tide
of living night, like velvet brushed
and beckoning the touch.
She felt its pull, the soft seduction
of the traveling dead,
their speed and purpose unimpeded
in the owl’s broad wake.
Up she flew, and saw below her swift feet
the ranks of trees, shattered pools in mossy glades,
the tilting earth in sable clothed,
white-flame streaks of meteors like
scars upon the hide of night,
and all was silent as the tomb.
Her heart grew heavy in her breast;
like rain, it would return to earth.
She faltered in her flight and tumbled
down between the worlds…