Harry Potter and I

the scar twitches
and the head aches
the soul peers to see
the dark moon in the well
.
the cold voice
fills the head
voices touch
from
the other world
i dwell
.
where
the magic flows
with the deft wand

.
manipulation power
subtle dominance
intensity that kills
emotions in the fetus
and feed the snake
in its endless slither
.
why need
the duel end?
.
whither again the joy
of sucking the fear
and feasting
on the agony
of a trapped soul?
.
those few visions
of a very real world
applaud the duels of
the living the dead and
yet to be born
.
lifting the being
beyond
good, evil
and
the ugly

.

for a fleeting

glimpse

of the elusive

whole

.

Rain--4

rain
wet
slippery
smooth
probing
firm
touch
lightning
shock
black
out

Femininity

a flower hanging its head
shamed by its scent
.
moon hidden in clouds
guilty of the light

.
stream gaging itself
scared of the laughter
.
my feminity shed
trampled and buried
.
no shame no guilt no fear

.

Rain---3

.................

rain
acid
stinging
the eye
forcing a tear
for
the dead tree
.
burning
the probing tongue
to cry out
now
for
all the burnt fuel
.
chilling
the cold heart
in anticipation
of next year
and beyond

.

Rain---2

night walk
beach
puddles
on the sand
in the mind
still waters
don’t
run deep
yet
trap

straying moon

.