The March Selected Poet is

Scott Lesperance

Please feel free to email Scott at: onyxandblood@yahoo.com

PANDORA

I chose the fruit
of the hard twisted tree,
planted by Pandora
in wicked soil,
grown ripe from sinful deeds and dreams,
lusted after by kings, thieves, warriors.
I swallow the decadent seeds
knowing there is only this life
to indulge in all the pleasures available.
So eat, drink and dream.
A black pomegranate doesn't last forever,
after the fruit is gone,
the festival is no more.

LOVECRAFTIAN

I walk down a cobblestone road
past the disheveled houses
of families rumored to be non-human
peering into the windows, dimly lit
I hear moans and cries
of a strange town.
I see people walk by
trying to hide their deformities,
and by the waterside
there are remnants of some alien race,
masters of obscure knowledge

I dreamed of spiral towers made of titan blocks

under a black and red sky

I saw a glimpse of things which cannot die
and I heard a jumble of nocturnal subterranean voices

and I read manuscripts inked in blood

cryptic writings, created by impossible beings

not of this universe,

their abodes, demoniac in design—

cocoons, obelisks and balustrades,

and I was surrounded by followers of ancient horror
a bizarre cult, guarding stone vaults
that surround a gateway
with one name etched in onyx
I know their god is out there, waiting…

NIGHT SONGS

Sometimes a dream starts
with a spark and a curious moth,
roses, fireflies and a ravens nest.
Look for the sign of the spider
a sinister silhouette
in the glow of the moon.
The shadows purge on the light
reflected in a cat’s eye.
Everything is silent but the crackling firewood.
Beasts slumber under the celestial tapestry-
Orion and Nebula,
Morpheus and Bacchus,
wine and freshly inked tales,
and every creature is connected
by dreams of infinity.

Scott Lesperance is the author of Lovecraft’s Dreams, a tribute to HP Lovecraft. He is currently working on another story. He lives in upstate New York.