He Can Never Know

This is another poem for Writer’s Island – I decided to take their other two prompts of transformation and alter ego and write one poem for both of them. Enjoy.

-Nicole
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He can never know. He can never know
the face behind this mask I wear; I’ve made
my choice and with it I must now live. I
can never give away that I was once
his idol, his Superman, the same who Continue reading

Raven Mocker

This is a response to a Writer’s Island prompt, “superstition”. I chose to write about raven mockers, a kind of wizard/witch/evil spirit in Cherokee mythology. Enjoy.

-Nicole

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I come for
the souls of the dying;
for they are

my only sustenance.
I can smell impending death
from far away.

What you consider
stench is incense to me,
sweet and toxic;

guard your dying
well, for I seek their
hearts for food.

I take the
form of Raven so that
I am not victim

myself, for scavengers
are not the stuff of
other creatures’ sustenance.

Beware me: I
live long from the strength
of your souls;

For I am
Raven Mocker, and I seek
out your dying.

Written 6/16/08
© 2008 Nicole Nicholson. All Rights Reserved.
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