[Poem] icy HUGH

icy Hugh

words and pictures by S. Zainab Williams

i see dead things all around,
from the blackened red stain on the frozen ground
to the campfire badge all charred and browned.

i see tires on the jagged stone row,
them frayed, ragged feathers like a broken crow,
the gutted parcels and the little pink bow.

i–i see rags ‘mongst the salt and rust,
about the glistening innards of a decayed sea bust
what cracked its belly open, paid the fathomless trust.

i see no one in the cooling beds,
here the presents stay wrapped; there white snow, motley red,
ho! deep troughs, not of sleds.

my dead eye sniffs them out
what my shorn tongue never will shout.

But
Once I saw
A moon maiden’s grove
Where the silvered oaks shimmered and no man would rove,
Where the stars swayed, bright flowers in the quake
Of fine-boned feet skimming, scattering the lake.
Toward me, toward me, ah the lovestruck fool
Wrapped warm and unaware in summered tulle.
She reached out her hands to beckon me in

then i saw the hook took my dazzled eye
oh i saw my tongue from its home she did pry.

i see dead things all around,
from the blue-black temple tween the mother crowned
to my own black hole where i make no sound.

4&20 Scraps is Moving (Plus The Woozies & Dizzies)

After miserably facing the 8,000 new and unread emails in my inbox, I’ve made a decision not to inundate the inboxes of those who may be following my blog. I’m moving my 4&20 Scraps (daily creative writing exercises) to my Tumblr which needs to be made useful anyway. Starting tomorrow, you can find them at my Tumblr page.

I say tomorrow because the flu is melting my brain right now. Oh what the heck, here’s a rambling scrap.

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When I am sickĀ I wear a hat,

(I call it my little hazmat hat)

And when the Woozies and Dizzies waltz in

To take my poor head out for a spin,

I pull it down to cover my eyes,

I trap them in, speed their demise.

But then they push down through my pores!

When will they leave, these terrible bores?

Woozies and Dizzies