Poem by Donna Faulkner née Miller
Part I
Storming the horizon,
Blackish clouds of chaos
conjure foreboding.
We stood upon the threshold-
time and space between,
when the void whispered its warning.
Find true north,
turn back to
the age of fable.
Where the eagle dreams
and rogue fairies
indulge
in tea parties
with toads
that choose to remain
kissed toads
and have no desire
to be Princes.
A place where no trees lay slain
and mushrooms aren’t tasked
with comforting fallen trunks.
In that crazy space
beyond
these present halls of liminality,
Elder Yews will watch
as ravens abandon the tower.
The Churches will crumble.
Hallowed ground
will be disturbed,
and the earth will devour itself.
Tiptoeing skeletons
silent like snowflakes
will drag you from your slumber.
The void whispered
Beware! , all your senses
will be subjugated.
The sun will refuse
to rise for days
and the moon will outgrow its welcome.
Close your curtains
Turn off the lights
Lock your door
and let none enter.
Find your core citadel
and survive.
Part II
The chaos arrived
the windows rattled
claws gnawed at the door.
The ground shook,
unearthly screams
harrowed outside.
A lull, then a knock
A child’s voice cried
“Run for your lives!”
One of our numbers
ran to the door.
“No!” cried the others
“Don’t open that door.
The void warned us,
Let none in,
The void warned us,” the group repeated.
“But we are sitting ducks here,” one shouted back in panic.
“And what if the void lied ?”
Donna has been published in 300 Days Of Sun, Fieldstone Review, Havik, Bacopa Review, New Myths, Windward Review and many others. Her book ‘The Oracle Of Birds-stories for the fireside’ was published by Written Tales and her first full poetry book ‘In Silver Majesty ‘ was recently published by erbacce press.