Short Skulk Poems

As the blackness spins
   Ghouls and goblins skulk about
      'Tis a night of fear
           Stay inside and lock your doors
               Don't get caught out in the dark!...

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My Daughter 

Sneaky boys skulk in the night.
Begging favors in the form of flesh.
But, they are no match
For the God-awoken mother.
She wakes up running on her feet
Heading his way....

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Crawling along the ground upon all fours
his open wounds matching his tunic red,
alone with no rescue out on the moors
the only shelter low stone wall ahead.
Then one by one their silhouettes appeared,
silently along the mossy lime,
they'd overtaken him as he had feared- 
the skulk of foxes sat, biding their time..........

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I sank into the depths of marbled 
Frustration.
Canonized in furrowed gasps,
I claimed my own footsteps were thieves.
We all skulk slunk-shouldered to the same sorrowful shore.
Though it ain’t all that bad.
Look through the lightened leaves
The maple glow will warm your 
Foiled, flagrant, tired eyes.
If you are not your own era,
Bring your illusions to the foreground and
Castrate your deadened pride....

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My brook has grown 
into an ocean. 
Pearl-spot fish 
have disappeared.
Instead,
sharks skulk around. 
They see 
my pocket,
not my heart.
They’re 
democratically undemocratic.
Poetry is inedible.
Profit is 
the sole default
in their thought-mechanism.

Shark morphing
petrifies me.
I wake up 
from the dreamy life,
losing my serenity
in their serrated presence. 
I turn
a tiny sardine,
ready to be swallowed.


First published in The Literary Hatchet...

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