Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen

Wednesday, April 23, 2014

Devil Child

evil eye amulets at Cargo in Portland, OR
Foot of the rabbit, evil eye
Moon birthed a daughter on the brink of July
Wear a horn and sign the cross
All your gold will turn to dross
Devil's child with angel's hair
Lock eyes and you best beware
She'll kiss you then she'll eat you whole
Leave your bones but take your soul.


hedgewitch said...

I have to admit, I saw the same darkness in these-I don't think I'd want one hanging around my neck, though they have their own beauty, just like the devil child. Loved this and loved your challenge, LM--thanks.

Ella said...

Brilliant! I love yours Lolamouse~
I started writing to this photo-will try again for the Open Garden.

Wonderful to read! Thank you Miss Mouse-what fun this place was!
Your photos are amazing~

Buddah Moskowitz said...

Excellent portrait. I think she grew up to be my ex-wife.

Maude Lynn said...

I love this, Lolamouse!

21 Wits said...

Oh my we must run for our lives or be eaten up! Great rhyme to this too!