Underground

A black cat mewls piteously
upon my gravestone
the stench of decay
fills my nostrils
unearthly roots encircle my legs
smoke
sulfur
excrement
the alchemy of hell
turns my soul to dust
wizening
eroding
decomposing
soil blackens my lips
as i begin this descent
into the underworld
where fire consumes my shame


©️Mother Wintermoon. I find it cathartic and balancing to explore my shadow side. I do have a penchant for classic horror flicks and Poe-ish poetry. Where is my queen Elvira, Mistress of the Dark, when I need her? 😉😊

Click Page 2 below for my second poem ❣️

58 thoughts on “Underground

  1. Robin

    Wow. I like both poems, but I like Underground Deux just a little better with the lone candle and feral cat. In both cases, I felt I was in the poem.

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  2. Brilliantly scripted MW.. there has to be an underworld or how else would we ascend.. 🙂
    Lovely to see your post as I trawl through my reader this morning.. Its been a while since I arrived upon your wonderful domain..
    Sending special thoughts your way..
    Sue 🙂

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  3. scotthastiepoet

    So sorry, unexpected visitors last night have made me rather late in responding to your piece. Bold and brave writing here – will be back for some more…

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  4. I love how the second poem can be read as continuation of the first, while the first descend you to underworld and second takes place there. Poems were something of a unique, a concept which never crossed my mind before. I loved the word, ‘unearthly roots’, which strikes a fear and sense of thrill in me.

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