Today, the Sunday Mini-Challenge, over at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, is being hosted by a stunning and uncannily modest lady “looking for seemingly sweet lullaby-like poems, which ooze… creepiness.” She said to “Craft them fun, write them dark, make my inner-giggling-child want to run far, far, far.” So, of course, my muse and I tried to please her. I’m also linking “Heart Bits” to Poets United (Poetry Pantry, 306).
When the moon’s so full it blinds
and time’s Wheel is wolfing June,
find six dull eyes barren of minds,
rip out their hearts to a gory tune.
Be not too choosy about the eyeballs
and leave no heart feeling the cull,
just swing your scythe (see what falls!)
while blood dances in your skull.
Craft moonlight into horizons
and liven things up with heart bits,
invite a crow to wear your rubies,
to watch you feed the night
from where it sits.