in mad dance, she dreams

she
waits
counting time
one by one
stars fade in sealed eyes

she
brushes
lake serenity
hinting it quivers ripple soft
whisper rings
round airy dancers
toe walking water ballet

crescent threads
slender moonlit sliver
fails the hour of lifting dawn
she
watches
singing lullabies
cradle of silence softly sways

velvet repose

quiet

quiet

quiet

hushed
her hauntings
wading barefoot before he comes

to scatter fowl
scatter
to hoof
beat
sounds a demon steed

rumbling the sun’s trumpet
he and hell comes
from dreams
to cross waters shallow of mercy
and rape at daybreak

lies the victim
she
wakes
to move about in whiteness
bleached into her cell

as rings ripple
round
her madwoman’s dance



jeanne rené

©2/04

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And was not created by myself