He turned to her
A faint smile
With depth
And sharpness
Yet when he turned
It was as if
He was only
An image
In a daguerreotype
A ghost within
The confines
Of a photograph
A metal plate
Yet there
He sat in
My big wingback chair
A ghost
Just a ghost
With a faint smile
Then a wink
That knew
What I was thinking.
~ Juliette aka Vampire Maman
Full moon
Brings on a party
In half lit oak woods
Possums and owls
Look for the same
Shadows
With different purpose.
Full moon
Brings on a party
Of ghosts of
Regret and remorse
Lost loves
Searching
For the light they’ll .
Never see.
Full moon
Brings on a party
Of wolves
Who only hours ago
Were human lovers
Whispering in
Each other’s ears
Plans of romance
And hopes of love
Forever without doubt.
Full moon
Brings on a party
Yet I shall stay inside
With my book
My wine
My cat
And the man I love
Behind locked doors
To keep out
Human kind.
~ Juliette aka Vampire Maman
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
