It was there I felt an elemental shimmer wafting down, twirling down the clattered network of algae-clothed river stone, the molten hues of the unearthly chant. Hand-in-hand they harnessed three on the curled tongue of watery twilight, a hatched maiden circlet of prancing untamed snake-hair, delirious, and drifting over scratched tree-bitten hips by bark-teeth. All wailing midnight colors swooned and surmounted here in the night-spell, disorderly and bare as first birth, bells on their profane ankle bones, sacred toes manic in the old gods organic gems, varnished in oil and star blood.

I know them from the heart-stopping slip in my dreams, the air-stealing haunt they take on barren wombs, open tombs, the purple iris of the childless woman. The listening eyes in the quiet dark, nails filthy following the aeons placental scent. Throned Ancestress. Buried Vestal. Burned Witch.

I taste their hazy names like fire and dirt, watching, wishing to suffuse and collide. I am cowed by the inheritance of my own intrinsic power. Intimidated by their peace and embers.

Someday they will know my hellfire wish. I’ll tell them with a billowing tongue.

words = samantha lucero 2016 ©
image = not mine.


21 thoughts on “salem

  1. The phrases “algae-clothed river stone” and “prancing untamed snake hair” are almost Gregory Corso-esque. You paint a sort of playful but witchy picture in the beginning of the piece that gets progressively darker and climaxes with the line “I am cowed by the inheritance of my own intrinsic power.”
    I bet you read a lot of books you weren’t supposed to read when you were younger, and I’m glad you did. Nice work.

  2. “The listening eyes in the quiet dark” “delirious, and drifting over scratched tree-bitten hips by bark-teeth”

    i absolutely adore these lines. part of me wanted to copy and paste the entire piece because every line is epic. one thing i have noticed about your writing is that it is sublimely refined. your words reflect the boundless worlds that linger achingly in your soul. it’s really quite surreal to behold. you speak in erstwhile truths.

      1. uh-oh, didst thou peruse the penned epistle did preach implore of a rump triumphant by a roguish mandrake…Lord Scutty? ok, i have no idea what i just said lol. or doth i…

    1. so jealous. one of my favorite cities. i often visit there. i stay at the hawthorne specifically for hot cider and their library.

      i was originally going to buy there, but the housing costs shot up soooooo much when it finally came time for me to purchase! :/

  3. I see here the innocence and curiosity of you. I love the sinister twist you put on it. We humans are great at putting our own perspective on something. That picture makes me happy. I think I see what you have done here.
    Humans can ruin and destroy lives by not understanding.
    Am I close?


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