Mad Kings With Blood On Their Hands

Image: Poland,1932 Photography: Henryk Poddebski, Poland 1932 Source: polishcostumes

Dziado

Came from Slavic wheat Farming Polish fields under the sun Breaking bread with his mother and sister At end of day

Peasants they owned nothing Not the land Not the wheat Not the roof above them On cold winter nights

War washed him from the continent And off to America With his wife and baby girl

And though he is long dead I still see him

Caring for his cows Feeding his pigs Cooking his eggs With his garden onions Under his own roof.

-Skye

Image: “Horizons” by Armando Veve   Source: Inland-delta

Viridius

Vigorous with damp And rot Life comes through me

Even yours

Come to the water’s edge And throw in Your virgin

Death and Life Life and Death

Seasons and circles Moon coming and going

Men tremble and fear

Crops fail to come Babies sicken and die Game is spare And the winter long

Men see little

Know less Than I

Come to the water’s edge And throw in Your virgin

Worship how you will It makes no difference to me.

-Skye

Artist: Elizaveta Repko (Lizave) Source Malefica67

High Contrast

I want you in high contrast In sharp lines

Don’t Blur or blend Don’t complicate this Afternoon

I want you

Later you can Be obtuse With messy mascara And vague regrets

Later when you return To him.

-Skye

Eternal

So lovely to stroll in the sun amongst the rambling stones draped in hydrangea the Victorians so loved their flowers

Hands held tight our chatter lively who knows what the long dead think of lovers

of desire

I pull you to a huddled assembly of marble decked in lichen beneath the primordial maple well rooted in the dead

I want this eternity the worn stone the opulent branches throwing cool shadows

but only with you two stones leaning in 100 years on.

         -Skye

“ I’ll find you in the morning sun” Billie Holiday / I’ll Be Seeing You.

St Mary’s, Reigate, Surrey.

Kuutar

Shimmering moth dusted moon maiden

Her skirts spun from the last of setting sun at the nether of day

Dripping dew tossing up a wake of mist obscuring stars

Night soft and certain bows beneath her slippered feet

I sleep her light upon my cheek knowing nothing of her innocence.

"Moth Queen" by anniestegg.

Image Source: Chromeus

Decaying orbit

Gravity catches the heart And pulls hard

Too close to the event horizon I no longer see your Face

But you are here Tearing me apart.

-Skye

Source: Demonlure

Entanglement

Let us dance in the wind Like trees Tangling our branches Reaching for the sky.

-Skye

Eleionomae

Down by the water heavy with silt and frogs the quick green eyes follow you

The mud’s daughter Lingering among the reeds The winsome whispers keep you near

Old as the bayou gator   Hungry too Reaching out for you

A finger dipped Framing the lovely face in ripples Moments before you break the water.  

-Skye

Bioluminescence by janey-jane on DeviantArt

Source: deviantart.com

Milky Way

Hera

There is an old story of you Concerning one of the many slights Heaped upon you By that husband of yours

Cavorting with the mortals Sowing seeds in the dirt

Proudly he loved those mud children To your face

Once he even pressed one of his Bastards to your breast To feast upon you

You pulled away Your goddess milk spraying across the heavens New rivers of stars tangling in your hair

-Skye

      HAIKU

Partly Sunny

Cat crosses the road The sidewalk is sunny there What about Chicken?

-skye