Invidious

The Harpy of the Moon

walks her curse into the sea

knowing death has no memories.

Jealous of lover’s cradled

in night’s palm, she hunts

the scented blush of ecstasy

for flames to drown in brine.

Wooed by the buoyancy

to rise and never fall

passion walks on water…

oblivious to the Harpy’s

malicious riptide.

©Susie Clevenger 2020

Friday 55

Wolf Moon and Flesh

Before the wolf moon

can puncture the heart

of dreams I meditate in

its howl, lift a prayer

for every scar on its

journey to forgiven,

and light a candle to guide

spirits through the valley

of extinction.

Pulled through the eye of empathy

I feel the wolf lead me deeper

into black coffee night.

©Susie Clevenger 2018

#55words

In Shay's prompt she led us to  to a beautiful extinct creature the Thylacine, but as poetry does it lead me to lament the passing of such wonder through a wolf moon. 

Linked to:

Real Toads ~ Fireblossom Friday

&

Real Toads ~ Moonstruck