For fun we played a mind-game,
deciding to imagine a perfect dragon.
She put together a plump pink dragon
that blew rainbow bubbles
and smelled of minty chewing gum.
Mine was an iridescent cockatrice,
a spiny feathered serpent that vomited hydrogen Sulfide
coating all with the stench of rotting eggs.
“Ugh!” She cried!
Then I added
that already her dragon had been eaten by killer fairies.
“Pig, you crapped on my cute dragon!”
I may be sleeping on the couch tonight.
Categories:
cockatrice, poetry,
Form: Free verse
He came into the barnyard and looked around
Choosing a mate, who squawked and went underground
Okay, he said. I’ll take that one, her sister.
She screeched and fluttered, not happy with this mister.
It’s a cockatrice, her cousins whispered among themselves.
They had heard of such a creature, dreaded by young elves.
He flew off with his prize, she was struggling against his wing.
Little did they know, she was secretly a willing little thing.
She had been with him before, and she knew he was gallant and brave.
They had a bunch of little Cocktrices – Danny, Dougie and Drave.
They came back to the barnyard to collect their wives among the flock.
A farmer came out to stop them. There was soon a giant deadlock.
With one look from the cocktrices, the farmer fell into a stupor quick.
He was paralyzed instantly as they gave him the eye, so thick.
Why did you paralyze him? Their mama asked, flying in to roost.
Weasel came by, and they scattered, afraid of him, if you want to know the truth.
Categories:
cockatrice, myth,
Form: Rhyme
Hesitant awakening ...
misty veil reveals another
24 sixty
incremental uncertainty
Retinal unwillingness
Indecision guides each fretful,
retrograde step
Nocturnal blurred moral vision
offers no lucid clarity ...
only ethical neutrality
What’s the right thing to do?
Hollow convictions refuse to ask,
opaque principles
don’t have crystal
clear courage to bravely choose
Ain’t nothing left to soul salvage,
a gluttonous life
squats out enamel feelings empty
Leaving just a cockatrice shell
of tear-tainted desires
Temporal reverie of carnal thoughts:
gold mind lust
foolishly lung expired
The rosy pleasures of youth has age withered;
a sullen heart shattered,
pierced by thorny choices from fallen pain petals
A reluctant dawn
reoccurs
in the sunset years
Dwindling light of hope
presently disappears
As grave, past misgivings
take hold
of tomorrow fears
Categories:
cockatrice, age, emotions, fear, feelings,
Form: Free verse
She took a photo of flowers
She did not see the demon hiding there.
He read the letters in the spaces between the words,
Said it "Cald," or "Child?"
He sees the spaces between the objects
The art written in the negative spaces of reality.
Why were souls easier to recognize than faces?
How did such realities mask themselves,
Obscure to most
Occident, twilight
Formless wraiths in reality's horizon?
What phantom cockatrice feline
Slinks through the flowers?
And why did they call him friend?
Categories:
cockatrice, magic,
Form: Free verse