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Ghouls of Nights

All are afraid of ghouls
Of dark nights
For they grow piercing claws
That scratches their peace.
Sweats keep bleeding
Down through their temple areas
Breath almost stops
Supplying sufficient oxygen
To their thoughts.

Heart shirks, shrieks,
And sucks them
Of flowing, growing life
Mouth opens
But to drink only the tears.

Yet hands desperately try
To open the windows
Of gagged senses
To let the air fresh come in
When grief engulfs them
In blinding darkness
On the heartless heath of life.

Frederick and Geraldine (Part 2)

That ship used to carry passengers and some cargo.
‘Twas cozy and elegant for the ladies’ travel.
The outdoor spaces and the suites were cleaned by Fargo.
Its furniture and artworks were dreams to unravel.

 

They had tobacco, Indian spices, and old wine,
Making sure that the passengers wouldn’t miss anything.
Searching for food and water, when the stars started to shine,
Freddy hired Maya because she knew to do everything.

 

Maya was an old woman having black eyes and white hair,
And she had a deep, long scar above her upper lip.
The crew got ready to leave the port, feeling despair
In waiting for the last passengers to board the ship.

 

”She will prepare the meals as a woman of the sea.
She will help you give birth to the child when the time will come.
Why do I sometimes feel like someone is watching me?
He always appears in my way; those moments I’m numb.

 

He’s a tall and a lean man dodging out of my way.
He has three daggers and a gold ring with a boom skull.”
”Sulim said something about a sea wolf, ” ”What did you say? ”
”Ask Sam to follow him, and to put him in a lull.”

 

”It’s dangerous to follow him, ” ”Now, where is his ship? ”
”Near wild shores or isolated places, well hidden.
Due to my accident, I left the army swords that rip.”
”I left my home for you, ‘ cause this love was forbidden.”

 

(She started to cry while thinking that her father died because she left the home without his approval to marry Frederick. While crying, she fell asleep. Frederick fell asleep while being worried about their future.)

The ship had left the port two hours before Geraldine
Said, ‘’I feel that I’ll never turn back here again! ”
She passed through the waiting line formed to use the latrine.
Suddenly, she heard a thunder in that rush of rain.

 

They had insufficient fuel, but enough food to last
Until their arrival in Çanakkale; the kitchen
Was quite large and Maya started to cook very fast.
”Maya, what smells so good? ” She said, ” the last fried chicken.”

 

Ibrahim was seventeen years old, and he helped them
Prepare the breakfast for the passengers; he entered
To bring a basket of coal and jet. ‘’It looks like a gem.”
He took a coal into his hand to see if it was splintered.

 

”It is increasingly difficult to sleep at night, ”
Geraldine said; the ship was sailing forward slowly.
The waves were small, and a galleon came into their sight.
It had the color of those waters being shoaly.

 

‘Twas a commercial one sailing in the same direction.
A gust of wind ruffled her hair and snatched her blue bow.
The splashing waves with the rain drops were in the connection.
That ship was sailing fast, but none of their sailors knew how.

 

Maya took the kettle of water coming to a boil;
Prepared some bread with butter and some cheese for the people-
Twenty passengers and fifteen sailors freed from toil.
The bells that rang were like those being in a steeple.

 

There was a bang as the ship might have been hit by a reef.
Sam had looked up and had said that the square sail
Deteriorated slightly in the wind; then, the chief
Asked Sam to repair it.”There are two techniques that never fail.”

 

”Do you see that ship in the distance, on the horizon? ”
”It must be a Spanish galleon bringing cocaine
Laced with some wine, ” said Brisbon whose face was wrinkled and wizen.
”They sail across the Pacific Ocean from New Spain.”

 

”They’re longer, lower and narrower, with a square tuck stern
And have snouts projecting forward from the bows below
The forecastle level.” They forced their eyes to discern
The sun rising and making the water have a golden glow.

 

” These galleons are fast and very maneuverable.
They enable the seamen to sail closer to the wind, ”
Said Fargo.”Old ship’s problems are innumerable.”
Freddy said, ” a thought of buying a new ship is in my mind.”

 

Mary had nine cannons to defend against the pirates.
The passengers lived in large cabins having low ceilings.
This carrack was steered by Sam, the best between pilots.
Three decks and the crew’s quarters made it look as a building.

 

Their quarters and the captain’s house were on the upper deck.
With a long boat and a shallop, this carrack was safe.
The kitchen was near the cabins; the food they could check.
The food didn’t push people against the restraints to chafe.

 

This vessel had hatches to be used between the floors.
On the lower deck, near the cargo, ’twas the gun room.
There, they stored some guns and powder hidden behind the locked doors.
Their scent was blurred by the salt and by the ladies’ perfume.

 

The waves and the missing light made this deck cold and damp
For flour, biscuits, dried meats, and vegetables, water and beer.
The seamen entered in that place using a small lamp.
One by one, Sam and Sulim were moving the rudder to steer.

 

The capstan used to heave up the anchor placed at the bow.
The binnacle stood directly in front of the wheel.
Through the compass, to have a night vision it could allow.
The magnetic deviation they could see and feel.

 

The sailors used the hourglass to measure their duty time
An astrolabe helped them see the position of the stars.
Their chip board measured the speed during the stormy clime.
The Cross staff was skillful to see those ships of the wars.

 

”Give me the quadrant to see the dawn star’s altitude! ”
Freddy told Sam, ”Why did you choose to buy a carrack? ”
”Provisions for long sails, but I can’t say with certitude.
It’s stable in heavy seas and helpful during attacks.”

 

‘Did you hear about der Eyck? ” Continued Frederick.
”His instrument for longitudes and latitudes is new, ”
Said Arturo, a Spanish passenger, ” it’s not a trick.”
”I’ll buy the Plantius’ version for me and for my crew.”

 

(to be continued…)

 

 

 

Insomnia

Sleep eludes me tonight!
My mind is clear as a cloudless sky
But still sleep eludes me.

No thoughts taunt me
No regrets tonight;
The coast is all clear.

I lay and wait for sweet sleep to envelop me
I close my eyes and count sheep
But hours later with thousands of sheep accounted for
I still lay here wide-eyed.

I get up and walk the length of the dark road
All is quiet save the soft whispering of music through my earphones
Soft August rain drizzle and wet my hoodie.

The night is perfect for a sweet dream-full night
But dear sleep has wandered off somewhere I can’t reach
And I walk on, searching for it in the shadows.

Sleep eludes me tonight
Like the night was perfect for a game-
A game of hide-and-seek

But sleep plays better than me
For it is absolutely hidden
And I roam the dark wet night.

Sleep eludes me tonight
But I found another companion-
A companion called insomnia.

Forlorn

 

Did I lose you somewhere
Between the hyacinth and the ribbons
The pleats and folds of my adult drape?

I know you still wait for me, my moon
As the night flutters, the unfailing rose
Drunk with solitude and honeyed longing.

I breathe shallow and deep, my eyes
Swept away by stardust, I am alone
Your milk, eager and firm, waits for me
At the shore of the night.

Between my trembling lips and voice,
Your song hides in the fugitive wind,
Slender and silent, you walk away,
Barefoot, soaking in the night’s last ashes.

Did I call you, my white hills
Breaking, sinking at the wake of dawn?
I return to the day, dust blown
Crushing sand beneath my feet,

You have sliced me to pieces,
I move, unsure, forlorn, in spirals
Of smoke as I call you out
My moorings trapped in the day, dying.

Lopa Banerjee. Written in February 2015

Watching Over, The Night

 

The flesh of the night hangs loose, stale,

Around the cryptic cities where I roam.

My skull, the tautness of my skin,

My bones, joints, the fatty cells

And flesh in between, the conduits of my blood

All dried, nibbled on, burnt away,

The pitch dark sky creeps, moonless,

Laughing with its vicious fangs.

 

Glowing was the night as we had soaked in

The sweetest breaths of her descent.

The night had shone in our bodies.

The two of us, young lovers, brimming with moonlight

In the city bus, gazing from the window

At the luscious asphalt sky.

We were returning home from a feast of a film

The flawless, vital light of the night wrapped us

Wandering, shadow-like.

 

Nearby somewhere, that night, black owls screeched

Serpents crawled over us, coiled around me in

Vehement strokes and shoving. The window

Of our moon-watching banged shut, inside the bolted bus

The smothering, the cussing, the shoving

Bathed me in blood. Far into the night,

The pallid moon crooned feverishly.

They kicked away my body, and

That of my bleeding lover boy.

Together, in the naked city streets

The pestilence of death hovered,

As we moaned—ragged, rickety, forlorn.

 

The nation adorned me with a name, ‘Nirbhaya’,

‘The Fearless’, a martyrdom I never really wanted.

I slowly died, my music died out in the hospital room.

The tongue of the moon licked away

The residues of my rotted flesh.

My blood crystalized. My parents kissed me between

The dead veins of my forehead, and burnt my body,

Or whatever remained in the name of it.

 

Stripped off the flesh, skin and bones,

My arid spirit roams, a nightmare

In the wavy, tangled wind.

Thump, thump, thump—my unseen footsteps

Crush the dark night’s crevices

I am loved much where I belong now,

Sheltered, in the dense canopy of the sky.

Deep inside, I bleed every night,

I wander, in the dark womb of the cities

In the dead of the night, I whisk and burn,

Speed across buses, autos flaring with huge flashlights

I know—somewhere inside every city’s dark trenches,

A woman is breaking into million shards.

My molten essence strolls and stomps,

Whispers my story in wrinkled corners,

Every woman’s living nightmare.

Footnotes:The poem originated from unfathomable pain, remembering the shameful ‘Nirbhaya’ incident of gang rape in New Delhi, India, in December 2012.

 

Let the Night Sing

Shadows creeping,
The fangs of the night unfold,
Faint footsteps resound,
Silvery beams of moonlight.
The dark woods,
Dense canopy of trees,
The pitch black,
Skin slicing through
Silhouetted darkness.
Twinkling stars
Hissing sound,
Let the moon stay,
Let us make love.

Lopa Banerjee. February 9, 2015

While the bud butterflies melt their wings
Within the light red poppy chain,
The pink-gray clouded, sad sunset rings.
In this lost sky, the sun’s light vein
Is almost thrown in a bloody rain.
The leaving sun abandons the sky
For the moon, and in the cricket crawl
The leaves of the oaks whisper ‘good bye’,
While the coming night has a dark shawl.
She looks at the stars with a black eye.
The sun and the stars find synergy,
In the regolith on the moon,
But with helium fusing energy,
This moon looks like a big balloon,
Or like a fragile, silky cocoon.
And like those thoughts enveloped in words,
Or like angels carrying their pure love,
Are the Feathers of the Holy Birds
In that rain dropping the divine globes
On the strong souls needing love rewards.
Any epistemological sphere
Is pouring up to the Holy Book,
Or is falling down to disappear.
The reverse arch gets a killer look.
Tries to provide fragrance of fear.

The fluid, wicked waves draining in sight
On Earth to meet at infinity
Are like the dark rays in the pure light.
Light rays are arches of Trinity,
While dressed in wind seems to be the night.

Stars are candles and night lights them all,
The colors withdraw in the last light.
In the black darkness, they look so small.
The dream seeds germinate for a fight,
Becoming real while breaking their wall.

© copyright Marieta Maglas

Perhaps…

Perhaps
A sliver of moonlight
Is all I am~
Lighting your heart
In the night,
Waning at the dawn
Of a new day…

Perhaps
An ephemeral white lily
Is all I am~
Lighting your eyes
So wildly,
Yet myself withering
By twilight…

Perhaps
A whiff of fragrance
Is all I am~
Awakening your soul
To the elegance
That is of love alone,
Yet you sleep…

Perhaps
The gleam of a dewdrop
Is all I am~
Kissing your eyes
With new hope,
But remembered only until
The day takes me…

– Sana Rose