Tale from the Vienna Woods
Skulking vulpine, amber tail —
in the woods the vixens wail.
Brown-rimmed halo crowns a ragged moon —
rugged forestland suffused
in gloom.
Where does evil work begin?
Fleetingly on briar-thorn the shimmer of a
rictus grin catches hair
and scraps of skin —
shattered mother, barren bride
ravaged by a crow
and thrown aside.
I hear the rooster shrieking crock-a-too
blood is pouring from the shoe
blood is pouring from the shoe
Boney fingers spread their greeting
from a coven
woo the wanderers with gingerbread —
throw children in the oven.
Swaying school bells stalk my dream.
I hear sirens but evade
the searchlight beams.
Shadow men with pounding feet fly
along a lamplit street — road to nowhere
though way is clear,
the end is fraught with fear.
Flint-eye squatters occupy the trees
fixed to storm, to rise
to begin their thundering flight
screaming whining
raptors now discharge into the
skies over rooftop, playfield, schoolyard,
up into the piercing light
down into the bogged blight they
speed
to an abyss where foxes feed.
Helmet-headed troops unloosed
in the land — the ravens roost.
As I awake, a hoary specter snags
a child. I hear the din —
her will is strong, the tale is grim.
The merry widow waltzes to
a requiem.
I know the steps but can’t begin. I’m
strangely on the
outside
looking in.
Erika Michael is an art historian, painter and poet from Woodway, Washington. Born in Vienna, raised in New York, she’s lived around Seattle since 1966. As a Pratt Institute graduate, Erika worked in animation and as an abstract painter. With a University of Washington Ph.D. in art history, she taught and published in Renaissance Studies and worked in various Northwest museums. A poet for many years, Erika participated in workshops with Carolyn Forché, Linda Gregerson, Thomas Lux and Laure-Anne Bosselaar. Her poems have appeared in Poetica Magazine, Drash: Northwest Mosaic, and Cascade: Journal of the Washington Poets Association, among others.