Blade and Poison, Hammer and Shield

The dark that makes me stagger has little to do with the night. You know this, and the shine of your knowing suns away chills threatening to lair in dying pieces of me I can’t banish… alone. Menace rotting its way through my flesh won’t be defeated without blade and poison, without well fed grins, without you understanding… me. You, my sword and hammer, my compass and shield… when the unknown threatens my breathing, when bad blood blinds my dreaming, I feel your eyes, hear your lips telling me, “I’ll always be here”, lessening the worst, fighting all fright… with you.

through thickest darkness,
the soul sees her truest loves
offering a hand

 

a wee note…
– frankensteined from 2 poem bits I published on Instagram. The senryū originally read “friends” instead of “loves”. Linking it to the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads

and here is some of the inspiration

my Piano Man and I spent last Sunday at Terrificon. After a week dedicated to pre-mastectomy arrangements, spending a whole day doing something I love doing, and doing it with someone I love doing… um, is awesome. And, of course, the bookish loot is nothing to frown at *wild giggles*

 

my beloved Mistress Emma, creatrix of Groovy Gothic yumminess, sent me a copy of Drawlloween 2017, by Mizna Wada. I’ve told myself that I will save it for some Halloween flash fictioning, but… that might be a laughable fib. I mean, really

 

a bit busy? I know, I know but… you see, the “Witchy Woman” copper bracelet and the skully earrings I received from Phillip, The Traveling Poet, look so happy hanging from my thorny bouquet that… I couldn’t get myself to remove them from their I’m-not-wearing-them-now-home to photograph them for you

 

Gina, my Daydream Believer (feeling a tad possessive *cough*) sent me an INK box. It’s full of bits for cleansing and banishing and growing and loving and dreaming and dancing and… I might show some of it to you one of these days, but not today

 

my Rhissanna (yep, possessive *not even coughing*) sent me a LOVE bunny. The bunny delivered several wee bags for me (and one for AlmaMia Cienfuegos, I can’t show you that one because the wild girl insists on blogging about it herself in the future… I don’t argue with girls who throw rocks so accurately) and a spoon

 

my sweetest and dearest Stacy, wild goddess of Magic Love Crow, surprised me with a notebook and a tote made extra majestic by her art. I have so much to say about these two gifts that… I will have to write another post to explain it all

 

this one doesn’t belong to me, but… I had to share it. I just wanted to avoid any future disappointment to anyone who might’ve been wishing to claim Batman’s crotch (or, perhaps, his tights), someone at Terrificon claimed it all *sigh*

 

thank you, Emma, Phillip, Gina, Rhissanna, Stacy… for the gifts… for the intent… for the love… I cherish all of it. I also wish to thank those of you who have reached out with soothing words, with understanding words, with a seemingly simple “I am here… thinking of you… hoping for you… making no demands… just letting you know that I’ll always be here” (your loving creepiness completes me). And you, my Wicked Luvs, who always stop by this blog or Instagram or Facebook… to read my life-fed-words, I hope I never fail to let you see that you keep my ink going while I trek through darkness that has little to do with the night. You rocketh very mucho

 

Thorned

You wear no mask
in my dreams, you are no one’s
sick rose. Your thorns prick
softly, carving the best of you and me
(an image of rapture) on my skin.

 

Remember
our first night?
We’re ink-drunk…

your hands wild,
my hips starved,
our souls lust.

“I’m a blank
book”, you said,
“write me yours.”

 

Awake you’re hungry
ink undreamed real
in my head, your voice
fairytaled… thorned
nevermore.

 

 

Inspired by the expression ruling the pretty face of Wisteria, a doll crafted by Rhissanna. Find more of Rhissanna’s work on her Etsy shop, and on her newly started Patreon page (where she creates dolls and stories). Also, if you love free books, follow this link to Amazon and download a copy of Mabel Bunt and the Masked Monarchs, a novel by Rhissanna (aka R. Collins) and B.R. Marsten.

Linked to the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads.

 

Autumn Has a Thing for Blood-Red

While walking home from the library, I noticed a flower that made me think of sun and blood. I stared at the bloom for a while… from different angles… touched a couple of its petals…and then, I began to laugh. I must’ve laughed too loud because a woman stopped a few steps from me to ask if I was okay. “Sure,” I said, still grinning and pointing at the flower, “I’m just a bit surprised that I never realized that autumn seems to like blood-red nearly as much as I do.” The woman crossed the street without saying another word. And I giggled.

My mind is always full of thoughts and observations that might seem uncanny to people who don’t know me. Which is why I don’t make it a habit to talk to strangers about blood and fall. But my pain levels were so high these last few days that my brain was busy keeping me from crumbling. So yeah, things like being mindful of strangers’ sensibilities were not a top priority.

Anyhoo, I just wanted to share that pinch of delicious madness with you… Mostly because every time I think about it, I start giggling… And we all need a bit of a giggle every now and again. Of course, the blood-red bloom that enticed the random nuttiness deserves at least a haiku:

sun filled, she
and her blush crimsoned—
with blood strokes
Sunflower

Now let me show you the Halloween yumminess I received from two of the wickedest of Luvs.

Ms Misantropia sent me some sparkly goodies and a balloon (which I’ll probably have to fight the Little Princess for… and she’ll win… that girl is very determined). This was the perfect detail, since I want to decorate my Poem Bits cork board with things that make me think of friends.
Halloween Yummies

Oma Linda sent Halloween bling and crafty bits for the Little Princess and me. I suspect that every single thing with a smooth surface will have its name stamped on it before the end of the calendar year (Did I mention that the Little Princess really loves labeling things?).
Halloween Yums

I love the other side of the heart. 🙂
Heart

I shared this picture with Facebook and Instagram friends. But since I love looking at myself, I figured that I would share it here, too. Wow, I get more stunning (and less modest) every year.
Magaly Guerrero 2015

Fine, I will stop rambling. I know you are waiting to know the identity of the Witches in Fiction 2015… Death Rites and Remembrances giveaway winners. Well, I present you the lucky ones:

Sunshine Shelle’s Giveaway
1st – Nina: “‘Til Death”
2nd – Oma Linda: Customized Painting
3rd – Michelle Willms: $20 Voucher

Three Cats and a Broom’s Giveaway
Sharon – The Ghost Tarot, by Davide Corsi

Gothic Miniatures’ Giveaway
Jonquil – Graveyard Mini Book

Eliora’s Giveaway
Edited on 10/23 (The first winner did not reply within 48 hours)
Lee Smith – Ancestor/Love One Honoring Ritual Chest

post-Comic Con Booty Giveaway
Ms Misantropia – Charlene Harris’ Midnight Crossroad, a tote, and a copy of The Rich and the Dead, edited by Nelson DeMille.

Alchemy & Ashes’ Giveaway
Edited on 10/23 (The first winner did not reply within 48 hours)
Hedgewitch – Salem Village Cider Soap and a Spiced Orange Lip Balm

And the Winners of the Virtual Basket
Sunshine Shelle – “Evermore”, by Magic Love Crow; “Skull Tea Set”, by Rhissanna; $31 credit for any of the shops sponsoring the party, an e-copy of AlmaMia Cienfuegos and Other Stories, an e-copy of Thorn in Red, and an e-copy of Blooming Howls, by Magaly Guerrero

* Since the “Clean and Clear Smudging Mist”, by Touched of the Goddess, was meant for U.S. residents only, I used Randomizer to select a second name for the smudging mist: Lee Smith.

Congratulations, my Wicked Darling Winners!
Please message me with your mailing info (magalyguerrero @ live . com)
and I’ll forward it to the sponsors.

Halloween is coming… I better go find myself a dead tree. 😉