Black Hole

How was your Halloween?! 

Mine, was odd-I missed my kids helping me decorate, watching a late night horror movie, the fun of  making one another scream, and the local Haunted House.   I didn't dare go alone-but I did go with my husband to a neighborhood party.  My neighbors are always fun and had quite a gathering of spirits. There were Ebola patients, Walking Dead Zombies, Ozzy was there, a beer bottle and a bar fly, someone was dressed like Duck Dynasty and a wolf with a red cape-who caught and ate Red Riding Hood. 

Fireblossom asked us to write a poem.  I am late to the party-I mean pond, but I  still wanted to give it a try.

"Write something spooky for Halloween! It'll be sweeeeet."

 My Trick or Treaters were funny this year!  Kids were telling me what they wanted. "I love suckers-I want chocolate, I like those gummie rings."  One neighborhood boy I didn't recognize took off his mask when I said, "Good-bye guys and dolls."  

"It is me-Austin,  you didn't recognize me because my hair grew."   I couldn't see his hair under the mask.  

"Oh, yeah..I need some of that.  What did you use?"

He told me I could get this product at Wal-mart.   

My favorite costume was a  girl about ten years old dressed in a Day of the Dead costume.  She had red roses tangled in her black hair, white make-up with soul haunting black eyes and a few detailed cobwebs drawn on the corners of her blackened mouth and the corners of her forehead. Her costume matched her  make-up.  I asked if she had seen the movie, The Book of Life-"No, not yet, but I want to."  She seemed startled when I said:

"Me, too!"

I took this photo when I was home.  In Native American medicine, it is said their totem is magic.  Their courage enters the dark void in the great mysteries of life.  Ravens always bring a message.  "Magic comes from the void of darkness and the challenge is to bring it to light."   Medicine Cards

Black Hole

writing eye lost

in concave shards

among burnt parched trees

 blue-black wings singed

as trembling mouth quivers

beak taps on rocks n'raping ice

splinters of cold shards penetrate

soul's lament

witness blue aperture

capture

 moon's blood seeping into 

 strong arms of midnight

she gives birth 

claws awakening

scratch dawn's Tangerine eye

as iridescent cross-hatched breath

lingers in north wind's portal

I feel pinned to the sky's wrinkles

until flooding light reveals my

change

 a black hole heart.

©Ella Wilson 

*Carmen Medlin*