Angels

Don’t poke him with a stick,

nor deny his sister.

photo by hungrybison

 

Beware those beyond the woods,
don’t go near them,
they will dump you into the mud by the river’s edge,
they will return to scatter your bones,
they’re angels.

Darken your homes,
mark your thresholds
with a wide brush,
He’s coming.

Advertisements

Leave a comment

Filed under creative writing, New Age, photography, poem, short stories, Short stories and essays

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s