Coldest day yet, 'fore new bairn was christened,
mother's muse foretold as hearth embers failed.
Scripture held tight, she quietly listened,
as cradled creature withered, weeped, and wailed.
What secret kept a mother by proxy,
pallid face adorned in humanlike form.
Life borne so different any other,
unabashed at life's ex utero norm.
Green-gilled coveting mother's pride they wait,
singing forgotten changling's mirthful strains.
Off sibling snatched by fae's strange fostered fate,
sad imposter never thrived, yet remains.
Mother's cast away changling unwanted,
yet child's love remains true and undaunted.
Categories:
gilled, child, mother,
Form: Sonnet
So, why didn’t you stop
After seeing a red-eyed cop
You know could ask you to hurriedly drop
And have you childishly begin to hop
Or ludicrously bop
To still hard blows wire to your face while on top
And angrier, like gilled corn, pop!
A prelude to making you some grimy floor mop
Or in a nearby farm start planting a crop,
Retaining this over coat that does make you a fop?
Categories:
gilled, abuse, anger, character, hurt,
Form: Rhyme
This thrill? that can kill……
Ride……..
Feeeellll the WINDddwindddddddddd
WHIP..whip*~~~~~~~
your skin.
G forces of sensation
PRIMEprime the PUMPpump* for the
s e n s oaaaaaaaaaaaaaaary ~~~
deprived
Air gasping open gilled
life near.. yet LIFE’S DEATH**… the razor’s edged path
This thrill?
This thrill can kill………
Yet, composure,
s e n sayyyyyyyyyy tion
vvvviiiiiibrbaaaaatiiiiiiioon
Die! Why die! FLYYYYYYY
RIP! ROAR! RIDE! RIDE*>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
the wind on this PRETTY UGLY** Harley's skin.
This heartless surrogate horse
without FAIL SAFE**
R I D E!
* alliteration **oxymorons
Categories:
gilled, adventure, death, life, passion
Form: Free verse
How much lower could I go?
How much more could I take?
Hadn't I had my fill,
my share
more than my share?
And you held my head underneath
the water in the wooden trough
you, gestapo god
and by christ
you did not let me
come up for air.
You willed me to be a new thing
an aquatic creature
gilled and with a cold cold heart
through which beat the freon
that was the inguement of your
universe.
You left me for dead in the trough
this new terrible thing
neither human nor emboweled
with a soul of its own.
You didn't have the decency
to leave me in a goodly sized pool
in which I could stretch my fins '˜n
flippers and relax a moment
and glom sleek-bottomed
tadpoles metamorphosing
into another kind of life --
Amphibian....
We're just another
fire alarm for you, ain't we
tripping off warnings of the coming
apocalypse --
I hear many bells and alarums
all over the world --
you took my sight,
and my speech
but you left me hearing
goddamnit
and a watery
life in death
set to a soundtrack
filled with music that's
little better than buzz saw
noise
from a new
generation
I can understand
only too well -
The Damned.
Amphibians.
Categories:
gilled, angst, animals, confusion, depressionme,
Form: Free verse