Neighbors gather
Coffee cups in hand

The local Miss Havisham
Leaving her home
In a body bag

Jilted late
No children
Kept to herself
In her Mother’s home

Sailed out weekly
To purchase staples
Dressed oddly
Wild hair

Then, back home
Hidden behind closed
Doors and curtains

Her death
As was her life
A mystery

No obituary information
Pending notification
Of kin

Wild Thing ©February 17, 2018



snow flickered

5 am

5 am – Digital Art by Wild Thing

train light
through snow flickered trees

the dread of the
sad remains
of winter

Wild Thing ©January 2018

The Wise Gardener

WIld Roses

Wild Roses – photo by Wild Thing

In a garden corner
A wild rose bush
Unattended / Overgrown
Protected by thorns

Season after season
Gardeners came to tame
The Rose

Inexperienced / Impatient
They gave up

Years passed
Blossoms withered
Thorns sharpened

In time an older
Wiser gardener

He started
At the edge

Patiently removed
Smaller weeds first
Worked through
Years of overgrowth

Found the fragile
Shoots underneath

Gently pruned away
The woody stalks
With the sharpest thorns

The Rose blossomed
As never before

The wise gardener tended
The Rose with love and patience

Impatience is never wise

Wild Thing ©December 9, 2017

Take a Knee

Photo by

When my son
Was little
I’d tuck him in
Assure him
There were no monsters

Only to fall in bed
To fight the ones
In my own head

War torn villages
Stench of death
The buzz of flies
Cries of a lone child

I worked hard
So my son
See the horrors
I saw nightly

Now in my seat
Of honor
A young man
Turns and waves
I wave back

“Oh Say Can You See …”
I watch him
My white son
Link his arm
With his black teammate

They take a knee

I begin to cry
Tears of pride
I grip the railing
Arthritic joints creak

I take a knee

Back straight
Proud I raised
A good man
Who understood
What I fought for

Wild Thing ©September 24, 2017





Blue Drift – photo by Wild Thing

An odd insult
So beautiful
Each different

Delicate, yes
But devastating
In a group

What is a blizzard
But thousands
Of snowflakes

It shuts down
Roads, schools, cities
It transforms
Entire landscapes

It will burn
With a deceptive
Icy cold

Wild Thing ©October 3, 2017

Halloween Night

Skeletal Tree

SKeletal Tree – photo by Wild Thing

Witches ride wild
Under moonlight
They fly on brooms
To Goblins delight

Oddly shaped gourds
With gruesome smiles
Light the way for
Jack’s weary miles

Bats fly above
Owls hoot below
Eerie noises
Walking slow

Down the road
In the haunted manse
Spectral visions
Do a macabre dance

At the boneyard
The gate groans
Spirits singing
Their ghostly moans

Wind picks up
To add its howl
In harmony with
The hoot of the owl

Shadow shapes
Are monsters waiting
To grab you quick
Your fear pulsating

If you find yourself
Filled with fright
Have no care
Tis Halloween Night

Wild Thing ©October 14, 2107

The Witches’ Spell


SuperMoon – photo by Wild Thing

Foreword . . . At this time of year, what could be more
than a reading from the bard himself?

Thrice the brinded cat hath mew’d.
Thrice and once, the hedge-pig whin’d.
Harpier cries: ’tis time! ’tis time!

Round about the caldron go;
In the poison’d entrails throw.
Toad, that under cold stone,
Days and nights has thirty-one;
Swelter’d venom sleeping got,
Boil thou first in the charmed pot!

Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn, and caldron bubble.

Fillet of a fenny snake,
In the caldron boil and bake;
Eye of newt, and toe of frog,
Wool of bat, and tongue of dog,
Adder’s fork, and blind-worm’s sting,
Lizard’s leg, and owlet’s wing,
For a charm of powerful trouble,
Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.

Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn, and caldron bubble.

Scale of dragon; tooth of wolf;
Witches’ mummy; maw and gulf
Of the ravin’d salt-sea shark;
Root of hemlock digg’d in the dark;
Liver of blaspheming Jew;
Gall of goat, and slips of yew
Sliver’d in the moon’s eclipse;
Nose of Turk, and Tartar’s lips;
Finger of birth-strangled babe
Ditch-deliver’d by a drab,
Make the gruel thick and slab:
Add thereto a tiger’s chaudron,
For the ingredients of our caldron.

Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn, and caldron bubble.

by William Shakespeare

Naught to Fear

Halloween Smile

Halloween Smile – photo by Wild Thing

Pumpkins gleam
Witches fly
And Ghosts appear

Rest assured
There’s naught
To fear

All a sign
That Halloween
Will soon be here

Wild Thing ©October 20, 2017



Crumbling – photo by Wild Thing

Walls built

Brick by brick
Hard lessons

In one night

Left down
All sides open

The world
Has not evolved
False faces
Still exist

Brick by brick
The walls
Are rebuilt
This time

Head rests
Brick pillow

For a moment
A wish

Starting over
Brick by brick

Wild Thing ©May 16, 2017

Spirit Freed

Villagers gathers
All come
Mourning begins

That life

No matter
How meager
Or great

Sending it on

Old loves
Grudges, debts
Die with it

The Spirit
Now free
Of pettiness

Song, stories,
Empty hearts

Wild Thing ©July 29, 2017