Vapors

a flame extinguished-
I conjure up the darkness
to reclaim your soul

whisps of smoke-
a mirror
in the dark

Forest

a forest clearing-
under a thicket the faun
waits for her mother

gauzy moonlight-
the woodland’s heart
whispers my name

Wounded

against my interests-
I trade away my future
in lieu of my soul

a piercing gaze-
my breast
laid bare

Broom

an old red broomstick
the paint worn through to the wood
from countless fingers

deep in the attic-
sweeping out
forgotten dirt

Nightmare

below the surface-
shadows of nameless horrors
rise up unbidden

deep in the night-
wrenched from sleep by
echoes of dreams

Barbershop

the snick of scissors-
years of her identity
in piles on the floor

afternoon rain-
the buzz of gossip
and razors

Gone

on gossamer wings-
fate finds you leaving this vale
far before your time

endless night
dawn reaches out
her empty hand

Storm

black feathers gleaming
the final drop of rain falls
from a raven’s beak

a tempest-
swirls of cream
in my coffee

Corruption

a waking nightmare-
here monsters fear to tread
into the darkness

black water-
probing the depths
of depravity

Christmas

winter-fat raccoons
take refuge from the snow in
an abandoned crèche

christmas eve-
the snow on my roof
again undisturbed