Moon Creature

Moon Creature

Solitary

like me…

Alone when I came into being

my Creator screamed when he beheld me

and cast me out

for he

my Father

in his lunatic wisdom

with sewn together grave bits

had forgotten to make me beautiful

You were there

when I crawled over the land

unknowing

what are you

unthinking

what am I

not understanding

I felt

hunger

curiosity

joy

Then those like my Father

taught me

pain

fear

trust

betrayal

and all names

for all things

even you

except me

Always your silver light was there

is there

making my path glow

back to my Father

I’ll beg of him

a boon

Make me a Love

If granted

she and I will live together

happy under your gaze

If not…

As you often hide

I too will take cover

and in the time of my waxing

show my Master's Love

another word I have gleaned

I have learned how to lie

October 8, 2014

Tressa Lee Breen

Inspired by OctPoWriMo2014 Day 8 prompt: Moon.

Cannot remember where I found first image.

Second image from "Danny Boyle's Frankenstein".

Both images used without permission, with no credit taken, no profit made, and no offense intended.

Silence

Silence

I can’t remember when it came rolling in

maybe it’s been there

always

a security blanket

turned

an iron maiden

that damp feeling

of wet woolen traditions

to the metallic taste

of regurgitated words

on an ancestral tongue

The stench of ignorance

hurts my eyes

but the way is clearing

and I see knowledge

honest and rooted

on my new path

Finally

the familial silence is dissipating

and I begin to hear

like a lark singing in the sunrise

truth

October 7, 2014

Tressa Lee Breen

Inspired by, and image from, OctPoWriMo2014 Day 7 prompt: Silence.

Perfect

Perfect

Growing up in the womb

of someone else’s aborted dream

until the umbilical fills me up

and crowds me out

leaving only the maternal desire

now mine

What I would’ve wanted

tries to seep out

and I scratch scratch scratch it away

I’ll dance on my broken bones

over and over

before I bow

I don’t need to know

who I am

touching it

is all I want

and when I do

I’ll fall right through

for there is nothing

can be nothing

after being

perfect

October 6, 2014

Tressa Lee Breen

Inspired by OctPoWriMo2014 Day 6 prompt: Perfect.

Image from the movie "Black Swan" (image distorted by me using iPhoto), used without permission, with no credit taken, no profit made, and no offense intended.