Dark waters
Behind glass
Dark shapes
Covered in spines
And slime
As cold as death
No pretty tropical pets
Are these creatures
From my nightmares
They tap the glass
Until it breaks
And wakes
Me from my
Cold blooded nightmare.
~ Juliette aka Vampire Maman
In the dark night
They listened
For the cry of the wolf
But more
The cracks of twigs
The rustle of leaves
The turn of a door nob
Against the lock
A break of glass
Then the scrape
Of a ladder
Against the house
He hid in the closet
In the space
Behind the walls
Only to be found
Eighty years later
A leather mummy of
A boy
Who wasn’t available
To answer the door
When his sister
Had lost
Her key
One cold
Winter
Night.
~ end
You wait at my door,
Your bite still fresh,
Your cries
Your pleading
Your banging
The scratching
Your love
Astounds me
You will not give up
Fangs set
Love forever
I must let you in
For after all
Despite all
Forever all
I laugh
I smile
I let you in
You are my cat.
~ Juliette aka Vampire Maman
At 4:00 a.m. in the pre-dawn morning
the owls sing their songs
like a call and response in their oak forest cathedral.
A tiny bat speeds across the sky in front of
my bedroom window.
The cat sits on the window sill
watching beside me.
In a few hours
I’ll be at the museum,
sort of my own cathedral.
Yet, the woods are also mine.
A place of others.
The creatures of the night.
Those who do not create beauty,
but are beauty.
~ Juliette aka Vampire Maman
He stood in front of me
his neck a stump
without a head.
In his hand was a note
on expensive stationary
scrawled in rough cursive.
It said
I need
a HEAD.
To his delight
I took a gourd,
a pumpkin really,
and with a knife
carved a face
with eyes fierce
with pride
and a mouth
that smiled
not with joy
but with spite.
I put the pumpkin on his neck
then lit the candle within
and told him
“Go find another. I’m tired of loving a man who is always losing his head over nothing.”
~ Juliette aka Vampire Maman
The only noise
Is the clock
Almost as old as I am
From 1876
Still running like new,
And the sounds of random
Traffic
In the distance,
A cat eating,
An owl outside,
The tap tap tapping
Of my keyboard,
No sounds from
Others in my house,
Slumbering quietly,
Still,
And cold
Upstairs,
With quiet dreams,
As only
Fellow
Vampires
Will have.
~ Juliette aka Vampire Maman
