Artwalk POETRY and ART

something dark dances widdershins
in my soul

Phantasmagoria
my how you’ve changed
two thousand years since you were a force
last of the old gods
a card carrying member of the macra shee
wild troops of fairy folk
demon lovers and the banshee’s wail
now
a hand stitched doll with quilted wings
puffed sleeves, patterned tights
orange hair, pointed ears
and a flat chest
a full three cleansings past nothing

who did this to you
how could this happen
myself, I blame the Christians
with their zebra mussel mythology
not Science or Victorian sensibilities
no matter
you never would have survived Disney