“Bloody, Merry” – Original Short Poem

Once upon a witching hour
Mary stole the light of Old Miss Flowers
Little Mary cut out her heart
A tired display
Of timeless power

Once upon her broken nails
She tread the shadows of fables and tales
Mary was mean, but very lonely
A dark visage
Of final farewells

Once upon her dripping hands
“Bloody Mary” to the mirror, thrice they’d chant
Attending, a slave to this midnight summons
And so again
The horror began

Once upon some broken glass
When at last the image of Mary had passed
The lonely girl cursed black fate
Immortally wounded
And wounding contrast

Once upon a wicked hope
Joy filled her fingers as they fit noose to rope
A servant no more, Mary would fly
Dark memories crushed
Just like her throat

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“I Want to Play Piano, Dad” – Original Short Poem

I want to play piano, Dad
I want to play piano
My swelling chest
Which knows no rest
It wants to play piano

The keys open my heart, dear Dad
Unlike any else I’ve found
Remedy the pain
The spirit of rain
I want to play piano

There’s a price to learning the magic, Dad
Long, weary nights alone
But my friend is there
Notes in the air
But I’m afraid to play piano

I lost my favorite person, Dad
Now she’s an echo in minor key
In Heaven she sings
Your praises she brings
I should want to play piano

You know I need your help, Dad
But walls were formed to keep you out
My angry heart
Will fall apart
If I don’t learn to play piano

Oh how fragile we are here, Dad
But you already know that, don’t you?
Why else would you sit me down
Tell me you’re proud
And help me learn to play piano?

“The Red Thread of Fate” – Short Poem

Spun upon my finger small
Chanced by fate’s design
Finger-hook
to the cheek
Gently, gently tugging along

Oh, curse you, red thread of fate
For evacuating my apartment
Dragging me into winter’s hymn
Sacrificing my marrows
to Mother’s song

How she catches my eye again
That delicate soul
with her glissade and spin. Dancing
on snow-touched lakebed.
A dwelling for the child in her soul
so sweet and I
can only fawn.

Calling me out here, hm, red thread of fate?
With what to say?
I fret to stay and linger
Tear you from me
If only I could
and not let my heart flutter ‘til dawn

Moonlight blessing touch this heart
Give this thumb-twiddling man
Words to weave
in spite of himself. With
confidence tempered, nice and strong

Red thread of fate, I am so afraid
But already she has seen me
there is no retreat.
I join her on lonely white sea

She takes my hand
a gesture sudden and unexpected
but hardly upsetting
We begin our own ballad
to which we slowly ascend
I voice my heart like a trumpeter swan

Spun upon my finger small
That red thread of fate holds tight
Welcomed to wrap my heart
And gently, gently tug along