Ensorcelled Within the Moonlit Eyes of P'aqo

Ensorcelled Within the Moonlit Eyes of P’aqo

Her silly putty face worn,

The Dowager’s palm was greased

As the lightning strikes the beast.

Rivulets of blood seep from sacred dogs.

The starry-eyed loon,

The wild-eyed child

Running through the streets,

Stopping the second before those dogs pounce.

Smelling the tears, she in the childhood tent

Feels the old hocus-pocus

From outside, the hiss and blast of truth.

But the shaman has not lost his grip,

Much quieter next time,

The fight much less painful.

Just tell the truth,

Give no hypnotic promises,

No serpentine ballet

Woven between real and false.

She thinks, she feels

He promises,

I’ll create the moon tonight

He does, he does.
Linda Imbler is a poet, fiction, writer and author. Her works have been published in numerous publications including Ariel Chart. https://www.somapublishing.com

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