Cyn Said...

Some Bridges

Some bridges need burning.

Not that you should make a habit

of disrupting the roadways, but there

are some places that should never

be revisited. Soaked it in coal oil,

set a case of roman candles

square in the middle. Prayerfully

light the match. Catch the tinder.

Call just the right amount of breeze

to fan the flames into a spectacular 

smoking pyre,  shooting rockets skyward 

so the other side cannot miss the destruction 

over your personal River Kwai.

It’s the ones along the footpath

you need to be careful with.

The small bridges crossed daily, unseen.

A little rickety, some creaking boards,

safe footing across the swampy part,

keeping your shoes clean. 

Your journey swift and sure,

with last year’s weeds winter dry 

where you step onto solid ground. 

Those are the ones you don’t even notice. 

It’s that cigarette butt carelessly tossed 

as you hurry onward thinking of other things 

that catches in weeds, feeds on

the tinder dry planks till they crackle merrily. 

You are miles away before the piers 

smolder down to the water line 

and disappear beneath the duck weed.

You will notice on your way home.

Your foot sinks into the muck,

your shoe comes as you pull it out. 

Then you will look up and see the marsh 

has no dry crossing, no magickal path, 

only mud and reeds and black wet spots. 

You will wonder, then,

where the little footbridge went

and how will you get home now,

how will you keep your shoes clean,

and if there are alligators out there.

But the creaky old footbridge has

donated her carbon back to the swamp

to feed whatever comes next.

Cyn Hanrahan McCollum 2/14/14

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New Poem Up

Empusa

Mother Empusa, flame headed, 
they never speak of your children,
only of men seduced by your lily skinned
mortal morph, always a red head smiling up.
Feast upon enchanted men, emptied of any power 
they possessed, sucked husk dry and left to blow away in the wind.
They never speak of your children, 
only say if truly seen you can be reduced to tears 
with insults, your ugliness, your donkey leg, your monstrosity,
your cheap brass shoes. Run away into the dark wailing 
high and thin, the banshee’s soprano cousin, home 
to hide and weep, cast the curses, rekindle your fire.
Only the men seduced by your lily skin
truly escaped the nightmare, husks that they were.
No one else. Not the insult slingers, however true their mark.
They carry your visage into their deepest dreams, quaking 
with open mouths that emit no sound, where you will rend their flesh,
feast bloody and grinning, every last morsel, every last drop.
Your mortal morph, red head always smiling up
at the neighbor, the teacher, the cop, the priest
more frightening still to the children who never speak
because no one would believe your true monstrosity.
your halo made of flame, your shoes cheap brass, 
your donkey leg, your real self, Empusa.
Feast upon enchanted men, emptied of any power.
Your children who never spoke have found their voices, 
escaped to safer lands, and left you behind to run wailing from insults.
Cyn Hanrahan McCollum 1/1/14
Or you can see it with real breaks on my blog. I  still can’t make Tumblr submit to my will.
 http://dogsbeerandchocolate.blogspot.com/2014/01/empusa.html
doorwaytootherworlds:

EMPUSA
Origin: Greek Mythology.
Features: She feasted on blood by seducing young men as they slept, before drinking their blood and eating their flesh. She is pictured as wearing brazen slippers and bearing flaming hair. She was believed to have one leg of a donkey and the other being a brass prosthetic leg. Mistaken many times for being a vampire, though she was a demigoddess.
Born Of: Hecate and the spirit Mormo.
Story:
They were sent by Hecate to guard roads and devour travelers. According to Philostratus, empusae ran and hid, uttering a high-pitched scream, at the sound of insults. 
I was unable to find any other short myths of the Empusa, unfortunately. For they don’t seem to be very popular myths, there is limited information on them.

Perfect! I’ve been looking for her true self.

doorwaytootherworlds:

EMPUSA

Origin: Greek Mythology.

Features: She feasted on blood by seducing young men as they slept, before drinking their blood and eating their flesh. She is pictured as wearing brazen slippers and bearing flaming hair. She was believed to have one leg of a donkey and the other being a brass prosthetic leg. Mistaken many times for being a vampire, though she was a demigoddess.

Born Of: Hecate and the spirit Mormo.

Story:

They were sent by Hecate to guard roads and devour travelers. According to Philostratus, empusae ran and hid, uttering a high-pitched scream, at the sound of insults. 

I was unable to find any other short myths of the Empusa, unfortunately. For they don’t seem to be very popular myths, there is limited information on them.

Perfect! I’ve been looking for her true self.