Saturday, June 18, 2016

Sister Night, Sister Death

Sister Night and Sister
Death wear the blackest

habits.  Barefoot and barely breathing,
spider skitters on the wall.

The Sisters swallow whole the snakes
of scripture and shed venom

tears of cross and comfort.
The Sisters bless us all.

For Kerry's prompt at Real Toads

14 comments:

Magaly Guerrero said...

"The Sisters bless us all", indeed. There is no way around them. So we might as well meet them with open eyes... and ready hearts.

Love the effect you create with the breaks.

brudberg said...

They are so alike, yet when dawn comes we see the difference in habit.

howanxious said...

So daunting and haunting. Great imagery! :-)

-HA

Kerry O'Connor said...

Such a dark and powerful image, which leaves one fearing the inevitable.

blueoran said...

Those chicks must have a closet full of habits. I think we were in Oklahma when we found out that earrings in the left ear meant kick my ass. And yes, there is something venemous about god-fearin' fag hatin' pentacostals when they icily intone they're praying for the dead in Orlando.

Fireblossom said...

oOOooo! Talk about your dark shadows. Love it.

hedgewitch said...

This is beautiful and bitter and sharp. Sisterhood can be such a cold thing sometimes.

Outlawyer said...

Your sisters are rather protective in their way-- and not. a stark and twisting poem-- a bit like a knife-- I love the use of habits here. Thanks. K.

jabblog said...

Yes, they are nuns or appear so - the adherence to ritual can make them seem dispassionate - or bigoted. Not all are so . . .

Sherry Blue Sky said...

I love "the sisters bless us all."

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

This poem kinda makes me writhe. :-D

Jim said...

I avoid those things that your Sisters devour. (Reminds me, I've got a dead bird in our back yard to get rid of.)
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Susie Clevenger said...

Such dark truth, amazing piece

hyperCRYPTICal said...

Excellent imagery of the black of death and night. Expertly crafted.
Anna :o]