LILITH: PERCHED IN SILENCE by Moriah M. Mylod

In my dreams we were in Charleston imagining apparitions and clowns

I wonder how we could devise plans to become ghosts together in a tourist town to scare off kids and lovers alike

And seeing how they still wanted us around even

The devil horned

The pale-blue eyed

The predatorial smiles

The dirty skinned

 

A Murder of Crow,

A Flight of Snow Geese

In Winter’s frigid manner

Their feet lifting off from the ground into a frightening flight

Wings whirring in the wind

To a bleakness up above

With a singled eye

Blindfolded

 

To be, but afar from the clashing & clamoring of the flock

To be, but still, quiet…beautiful-alone in the dark

Only to listen to a drop of water from the mental spigot running smoothly and softly across the rusted pipe of every dream you ever thought you were part of

To a childhood in the dust of Poe’s dream

Today’s sour hour is now,

Returning to The Higher

To begin again

Still, quiet…beautiful-together in the dark

 

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Mixed Media by MMM

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Moriah M. Mylod

Moriah M. Mylod is a Jungian, art psychotherapist, painter and maker of many things. Her column in TERSE. is entitled "Playground Rules & Physics." She is inspired by the relational connection and disconnection to persons, places, memories, events, the seen and the unseen. "I am often paralyzed and moved by my own acute sensitivity that has cursed and blessed me in my efforts to better understand or even counsel others and myself." In the process of becoming more self-aware through her artwork, she is learning to honor the meaning and mystery of the paradoxes that perpetually exist all around her and within her. Her hope as a creator is to discover what her (unconscious, subconscious and conscious) is trying to say, and to emotionally materialize the moods we hold as humans, as spiritual beings. "I am here, I create…so, I exist."