Cowled Head,
Wrapped feel,
Skating on ice in the courtyard.
No dancing is allowed.
Fling your arms about!
Make your garments flow!
No one will ever know,
You are the last dancing girl on the street.
Categories:
cowled, 10th grade, celebration,
Form: Free verse
I dreamed once a future
with Mary and her long claws
suspended from a dragon body
captive and held by force field
hidden beneath a big cowled robe
saddened by a stainless steel trough
and a baby tended by robots.
Joesph busily scanned nametags
from angels misting purifiers.
The drummer boy stood by self-playing
digital drum and keyboard
while field hands guided home cattle
with drones directed by a joystick.
The tri-satellite video capture
appeared simultaneously
on all earthling implants
and all tipped with a click and smile
but when the three kings zoomed in
from Mars on hovercraft,
everyone reposted. Alas,
it was all an eggnog induced
hallucination cured by my analyst
mind wipe. Merry Christmas Techies.
11/24/2018
Categories:
cowled, angel, christmas, dream, mental
Form: Free verse
I had a dream
I dreamt, a tree a dead white tree
from a grey stone plinth
cowled men of ancient time
around its brittle boughs unbent
Together pointing as they chant
with fingers of long grey bone
without a blink at this raven bird
and apart, apart I stood alone
And sweet from damp dark throat
I strained to hear that song
singing sweet in tearful deep
with eyes that wish and long
it spoke some whispered voice
saying we all die here alone
frozen then in dread and fear
I woke to keen and mourn
Categories:
cowled, death,
Form: Rhyme
“I fear these furtive brumous depths,” the aged sailor growled,
“‘Cause nestled ‘neath these noisome reefs creep creatures cursed and cowled.
They flounder thus and, seeped in brine, patrol the waxen sea,
And when it drains in years to come, will slue ‘cross land for me.”
My eyes fixed fast on this cowed man, an enervated soul,
And felt his dread leap to my chest as I commenced his role.
So tempest-filled my world became as hunters strode the sea,
Yet all my thoughts returned to shore, held by this phantom, he.
The poisoned tales he wove like waves, eructed into air,
Trailed terror down in floods of fright to moor me in its snare.
And so I left these merchant minds to profit from the deep,
And knowing that their die was cast, abandoned death for sleep.
Categories:
cowled, allegory, fear, horror, mystery,
Form: Verse
A shadowed hood
Enshrouded eyes
Sackcloth enslaving
Cowled monk smile
Shuffling.
Categories:
cowled, religion,
Form: Blank verse