Wild Magic

After recklessness savaged Nature to madness, my touch set the blood of men afire, brittled bone, devoured will. Screaming, I expected him to run from my want screaming.

My limbs were denied
the feel of his long fingers,
but he had a tongue—
his words knew how to be wild
magic, writing lust in me.

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the wee notes…
– To read other installments, visit my Web Serials page. The tales are listed under Ink and Feels.
– This week’s interactive writing delight dances with names. Help me choose a name for our long-fingered gent. You can offer up to 3 names. In the next chapter, our protagonist will call (perhaps moan) the name that sings deepest to my muse.
– Written for Hedgewitch’s Friday 55. Linked to Poets United.

artwork by Shelle Kennedy

Reclaimed

Greed ate compassion
out of the heart of the man.
His words reeked of rot—
gold only keeps teeth from death
if decay doesn’t rule the mouth.

“You can poke her for $15.” The man grinned, waving his bloodied stick.

“I’ll give you $300 for the stick… and some alone time.” The witch’s eyes remained on the cage, watching the creature that was woman and spider and Nature gone wild.

“Have your fill, miss. But no killing.” He handed me the stick. “Dead meat’s nothing.”

My will broke the cage,
but the storming was all hers.
She reclaimed her Self—
freedom is never a gift
one can get from another.

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the wee notes…
– To read other installments, visit my Web Serials page. The tales are listed under Belle du Freak.
– The essence of this bit of tanka-prose first burst out of my muse’s skull in 2012. I rewrote it as a short story and kept it to myself because it didn’t feel right. Then, the other day, while discussing tanka-prose with Rommy, I realized that I was unhappy with the piece because it was never meant to be a poem or a story, but both.
– If interested, you can read the original poem, “Belle du Freak”, here. Be warned… in those days, poetry and I were just beginning to flirt. We hadn’t even kissed yet.
– Linked to the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads.

a wee bit *that has nothing to do with this poem*…
– Haven’t joined October’s Heart-Bits with Magaly? Follow the link. Write with me.
– And, as always, my Luvs: Be wild. Be deliciously wicked. Be you.

October’s Heart-Bits with Magaly, 2017

Writing fills emptiness. Words help heal hurts. Stories spell fantasies real… Would you write with me? I combined Witches in Fiction and Dark Poetry for the Cruellest Month, and they have birthed a new Autumn event: October’s Heart-Bits with Magaly. I hope you are ready to art deliciously dark words that nourish and tickle the eerie bone.

This year’s theme is simple: Love Is Love Is Love… and Words. Some might think the topic too tame for October (when the Veil thins and the Dark thickens). But love is only as bright or as dark as the feelings that feed the hearts doing the loving.

For our first October’s Heart-Bits with Magaly, let’s art love… all sorts of loves:
– if you are a storyteller, write a tale that shows us how you love words (even why).
– if you are a poet, or a painter, or a gardener, or a sculptor, or a chef, or a singer, or a potioneer, a jewelry maker, or an eccentric dragon who delights in hoarding princess dresses and exquisitely tiny teacups full of dainty skulls… create an entry that shows and tells (even chants) why you adore your chosen love, how loving your art makes you stronger, happier, more human (or just slightly less inclined to slap random people).
Your posts must contain at least one magical element and some sort of love (dark love, sweet love, ridiculous love, terrifying love, insane love, gentle love…). Short stories should not be longer than 513 words and poems no longer than 5 stanzas.

Need an example? Fine, I’ll give you some…
– I love words, so the story or poem I craft for this event will reflect how writing and reading (and all things bookish) can feed mind and soul. I might birth a loving, lusty (or lovingly lusty) entry about ink and paper and love. It will contain the sort of word-love that speaks to me, maybe sentences like this one: “The screams of the world try to eat at my bones, but I have red ink in my soul. I will spell armored words onto my skin, let them become part of my flesh and bone, and share the wild word-magic with all.”
– If you are a lover of Japanese tea ceremony, you could craft a tale or poem or paint something that illustrates your love of this deep and sophisticated art (and if you are feeling extra nice, you could even walk the rest of us through the wondrous steps).
– You paint, garden, perform, sculpt, photograph…? Birth a new piece, infuse it with the pleasure you get from it, then write a story or poem that shows us your pleasure.

The fun starts on Fri, Oct 27th, at 10:13 am EDT. It will continue until Tue, Oct 31st, at 10:13 pm EDT. On party day, I’ll have a post for us to link our entries. You don’t have to do anything right now, other than leaving a comment to let me know you are in. If you’re feeling extra celebratious (that should be a real word), spread the news.

“Love Is Love Is Love… and Words”, by Shelle Kennedy

Writing fills emptiness. Words help heal hurts. Stories spell fantasies real…
…felt art (loved and shared) can accomplish anything. Would you write with me?