Vampira’s Ball

Twilight is falling, Vampira stirs in her carmine silk
coffin, nostrils flare  scenting of attar of roses, she
stretches luxuriously stepping gracefully into the room.
She floats to the French windows throwing them open,
she bows very deeply to salute the rising moon.
Outside snowflakes dance in the crisp cold night air.

In the garden, the cawing of night jars rends the air
while the lawns glimmer from snow like shot silk
and filigree hazelnut hedges are kissed by the moon.
Her chivalrous paramour was returning tonight, she
waited joyously, her heart and the windows were open,
tonight there would be a masquerade ball in that very room.

Kasimir, singing the nightingale’s song swept into the room,
held Vampira tight in his arms, sucked in her scent on the air
arousing tender flames of desire, his heart was wide open.
Her gown was ethereal with stars sewn on midnight blue silk.
The chamber was almost ready, except for the chandeliers she
adored; a candlelight  counterpoint to the beams of the moon.

The howls of wolves was carried on the wind while the moon
found gaps in the silver clouds. The butler came into the room
to announce that the hour had come for the masquerade. She
hastened to hall to greet all the creatures who loved night air.
The first to arrive were werewolves dressed in their finest silk
shirts. Vampira’s  masquerade ball was now officially open.

Next were the Fae, who flew in the French windows still open;
fallen angels came in, floating ‘tween clouds framing the moon,
they greeted Vampira, their wise eyes shimmering like moire silk,
then came hundreds of pairs. doomed lovers who almost filled the room,
in a limbo of insatiable  passion, their musk sucked up the air.
Looking at Kasimir, Vampira recalled how they stood at that brink, she

recoiled, thankful they seen each other instead. She
laughed gaily as Kashimir bowed and took her hand to open
the dance of night creatures whose chatter now filled the air.
Unnoticed they slipped out to hunt game under the moon
while the lovers cavorted in exhausted ecstasy in the room
so richly furnished with brocade, moire and thin tissue silk.

Kasimir took her hand, she looked at the setting moon.
The doors were still open,  they stepped back to the room.
A soft wind, cleansing air, gently rustled the silk.

For Poetry Potluck – Jingle Poetry – Signs, Languages and Symbols



A little sestina silliness

She sits with her hands on the window
watching the rain splashing outside.
She spies two fat raindrops having a race
on the glass pane. If the one on the left
wins Mama will buy her a doll, if the right
wins,  Mama will tell her a beautiful tale.

Which raindrop will come first and tell the tale?
The raindrops slither and turn on the window
stopping and flowing  in streams to the right.
She watches holding her breath, first the outside
one trickles away, but no, wait, it is the inside left
raindrop coming up fast wanting to win the race.

Wistfully looking, she thinks of a story about a race,
she imagines herself as a princess in a tale,
the  kingdom with princes and castles is to the left,
she  pretends to see dragons out of the window
flying around in between trees in her garden outside
A prince will rescue her from boredom and  be right.

It seems that one raindrop has won, right
in front of her eyes, in this fabulous race
while she was imagining playing  outside.
The dragon who wins will be kind in her tale
he will understand her and come through the window
To look for a prince over there, on the  left.

She sighs deeply and  looks at the sky on the left
pondering how she will know if prince charming is right
for happily ever after? Again she sighs at the window.
She’ll make grueling tests and a dangerous race.
She wishes she could a pretty princess in a fairy tale
where it is always summer and sunny outside.

The raindrops are tired, they’ve finished outside,
there’s beautiful rainbow.  The dragons have left
with promises to come back for more fairy tales
with scary adventures, where things turn out right,
chasing boredom away, making everything race.
Sunbeams spill into the room through the window.

Now she can run outside, everything has turned out right,
the rain is left behind and she starts an adventurous race,
the prince from her tale is smiling at her through the window.