Demons-Rope by Brittaina Goffy
was so strange cause
beats black and blue
demon arms reach
Your voice, your jokes
worth living for
to cling onto
Won't you play like
kick the ball to
me above the
you kick the ball
kick the ball, please
Don't Feed Your Demons by Sue Fernott
The signs proclaim.
Wise advice, we all agree,
For a hungry lion could, and would
Drag a generous-hearted child
To it’s doom;
And curious primates
Remove proffered fingers with one bite.
But where are the signs to warn us
That there are other creatures to fear?
Carried in all of us, and
Far more voracious
Than any captured animal.
Feeding on fears and broken promises,
On past mistakes and insecurities,
They grow and grow.
Don’t feed your demons
They will eat you alive.
Unlike Any Other Day by Ambrozya
How lovely, passers-by would say about her
Her braided hair adorned with lively butterflies
Heart cold from many sleepless nights
Meticulously digging a hole in the warm earth
Calling the shadows crawling under us
Every day she brought her magic spoon and dug
Swallowing every grain of sand in last despair
She never smiled while playing
A ghost child amidst the shouts and the games
Her eyes as cold as the desert night
How she wished to choke their innocence
Alone she felt at times but never since that day
Relentlessly digging, she finally opened
A gateway to the lower worlds
Her shadow now creeping with unearthly life
Every day she left the park
Holding her mother’s cold fingers
This day, unlike any other day
She brought back a new dark friend
Demon Country by Blaidh Nemorlith
Eyes in the back of head
covered by the drapes of hair
which flitter forth
as darkness darts away in fear.
glimpse bulbous eye
creeping out of hedgerow
like it's popping out brambly bordered socket,
match lasts more than two sets
and is far from resolved
when the sun breaks from duty
and retreats into the black.
A shadow in the night with no moonlight to cast it.
like engine rudders
spitting up sweat to cause
some ripple effect.
And the sounds are still.
a drumstick lolly stuck in throat,
as the legend imprisoned on parchment
belong to the nightmare
galloping so hard it will tear
all on time
to the beat of a fading heart.
This is Demon Country now,
no quick motorway exit,
no services to rest,
this is their land,
and you are their guest.