Monday, October 17, 2011

Morrin

Morrin lives in the shadow-bog, the storm-side, the cold hour.
She has no lace gloves, no roof--
She has no mother, no confessor, no beguiling face;
She fell full and bloody from the wolf's mouth,
Like a moon-pale broken tooth.

Morrin nay speak, nor sing, nor pray upon her knees.
She kills cuckoos, catches crows, kisses bees.
When your carriage passes by, Morrin writhes and spits;
She wishes your horses snort, bolt, and carry you quick
Out beyond the road and the twisted trees.

Oh but you, sly and sick with dull ennui,
Bade your driver stop, to set your tiny foot
Upon the mossy grave where Morrin sat.
How delicate your fingers, how soft your tones,
When you touched her, told her she was beautiful, bold, and good.

The grateful girl let you see her cry
In the moments before new devotion turned to helpless rage--
The servants cross themselves as your carriage comes back,
Carrying your smug, giggling face beneath a wide-brimmed hat,
And broken Morrin locked in a gamesman's cage.

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for Real Toads

19 comments:

hedgewitch said...

I see you've finally caught up with the seasonal theme. This is lush and twisted, painfully cruel and real, painted in every shade of black--in short, I loved it. The first stanza brings her to life, and the last stanza digs in the knife...a fine All Hallows offering to the Old Ones.

Brian Miller said...

not a fan of caged animals...kinda makes me sad for morrin...

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Wowzers. "fell full and bloody from the wolf's mouth like a moon-pale broken tooth." You are brilliant.

mac said...

Your economy of words amaze me. You brought Morrin to life so vividly in a few, beautiful, words.


Morrin may be captured, but she will ever be tamed.

Helen said...

Oooooo, so Halloween! Dark, mysterious, creepy ...(will you please take a peek now and then at my Cardinals?)

The Subversive Librarian said...

Wow. You paint rich images. Nice!

Philip Thrift said...

Morrin is a mystery. I like "She kills cuckoos, catches crows, kisses bees."

Lynn said...

I can see the whole thing. Beautiful writing, FB.

myheartslovesongs said...

the bitch! i loathe people with "ennui" and i hope she chokes on a chocolate-dipped grasshopper.

you are a web-spinner beyond compare, my Sista Poet! LOVE this!

Daryl said...

''Full and bloody from a wolf's mouth'' ... ooooooooh I love it

Sara said...

OMG...this makes dark seem like light. It makes me think of zoos and how many tigers pace about the fence over and over again.

I had to look up "ennui." My vocabulary has known been expanded:~)

That word alone gives me a different feel...we do let "ennui" beguile us away from our wild sides.

Kerry O'Connor said...

You are a Story-Teller! The blood of the bards sings in your veins.

Mama Zen said...

Oh! The ending stabbed me like a knife. I never saw it coming. Gorgeous, Shay.

Marion said...

Freaking awesome, Shay. xo

chromapoesy.com said...

Marvelous work, I too thought I'd commented and turns out I haven't. I have a fever today and have been getting sick for a couple days so clearly I've not been paying proper attention. The feral girl, born of wolf's mouth is pure poetry. Truly wonderful stuff...

Joanna Jenkins said...

Whoa! That was a scary one.
xo jj

Laurie Kolp said...

Vivid and eerie!

Lucy Westenra said...

Wholly original. Just great.

Lolamouse said...

Something tells me that Morrin will not stay caged for long! Love the lines "she fell full and bloddy from the wolf's mouth, Like a moon-pale broken tooth." Just fantastic!