She stares up at the starry sky
while puffs of clouds meander by
to silent, dark places not known.
She watches alone, all alone, yearning to fly.
All her life, she’s been a bird, caged,
frazzled, red feathers, eyes of jade;
both, no longer as sleek and bright—
In fact, she is quite a sad sight…has come unmade.
She’s been called a bitch—perhaps, witch?
—that wasn’t a spell, just a twitch,
muttered with a foul word or two
at the one who causes hoodoo, makes her bones itch.
One night she will straddle a broom,
run away from this life entombed.
To the far heavens, she will climb—
Yes, stay up long past her bedtime…fly with the moon.
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I was not born to be happy…
no bright star shone down on me
when I was dropped headfirst into the world
red-faced, kicking, screaming
and placed in my mother’s arms—
the only true home I’ve ever known
instead, a dark star witnessed my birth
stepped out of hell’s black hole
took me in its cold bony hands
and christened me “Wednesday’s Child”
damning me to a life of woe
not for me fair of face or full of grace
a clumsy witch with frizzy red hair
who mounts her broom
and beneath an alabaster moon
runs wild with the night
night understands, night knows
what beats inside my heart
what tangles and twists my soul
it doesn’t question, doesn’t judge
night is my beloved familiar
there’s a certain comfort in failure
a happiness inside misery
a pleasure in absent feeling
for a Wednesday’s Child
who has serenely accepted her fate
I was not born to be happy
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the damsel strolls in step with the night
snuggly swaddled in its ebony cloak
it has always been her one true friend
her moonstruck muse, whom she often misquotes
she scribbles her wishes on its blank black canvass
staples her dreams to the backs of dingy doves
nails her hopes to the wings of ravens
and sends them all to the stars above
she grimly dances with detestable devils
a wild, wicked waltz of spreading blight
hoots and howls at the muddy moon
scares away all the shiny white knights
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