Crescent Moon Earring

For my neighbor, the late Daniel H. ~ “free at last…home”

Night’s crescent earring

Dangles against dark-skinned cheek

Sterling as her love

How still she wears his jewelry

Now that her man is dead, gone

©Jael Sook, 2017 All rights reserved.

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Cold Side of Hell

There’s an hour

Which falls open

At some point past

Midnight…

Blacker than all

Definitions, dim color

Nothing poetic as

“Shadow”…

Its blackness is deeper

Relentlessly harsh as unyielding

Stone wall; waning moon wears

A caul…

Perhaps unacknowledged

Unspoken, night reflects great

Abyss; the opposite, cold side

Of hell…

Bleak darkness, mind’s

Corridor cellar steps creaking

The Undead returning to

Torment…

Rumination on wrongs which

Have left unseen scars, and

Vengeful retorts tongue would

Taste like liqueur

Spitting barbs between

Words deftly swirled with

Sweet cream…

Unlit hours rife—unleashed spiraling

Madness—spark fear of glimpsed evil (a

Near-recognized changeling); demand

I slink by, shun all mirrors— For, this

Chill ember cannot be my soul

Redeemed…

Lord, send quickly wash of sleep,

Pure balm of Holy Spirit’s rest.

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Poet’s Nightcap

Since I’m probably up later than most, the last round is on me 🙂

Pour half cup Luna

Spiked with Crème de Neptune froth

Add stardust garnish…

Smooth rapturous beverage

Sweet dreams promised, sip slowly

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