Sunday, July 12, 2015

Skull Full Moon


Sea shells.
Blood in the ears,
whatever shall be
appears.

Dragon fly slayer, say what you want;
a thousand stars unraveling to surround the skull full moon.
A howl furnace bed
Doe see doe.
Forget the death tribe.

Sleet belly footsteps
Bed time
Away a time waits. Time.
Fluid, cylindrical.
Time does not wait.

~ by Melody A. Montgomery