OMENS

Broken Mirror

Twisted cowries at my feet;

The eyes of the gods are red-rimmed.

The chalk encircles the window

That looks deep into the fiery depths.

The tom-tom ululates my thoughts,

Fear stretch cold dark fingers in.

Salt is thrown backwards, over the shoulder;

Twice a stone did toast my big toe

That did bleed into the cold earth.

A owl hooted and shadows

Lengthened across the ceiling.

Fear encompasses me, I fear.

A lizard passed between her legs;

Her water pot broke at the pathways

That did spill into the parched green.

The dogs barked into the night

As all the lights flickered on and off.

She curls in wet fear under her bed.

Stupid man! Omens, portents,

Warnings intended to chide the deaf.

Listen to the songs and signs,

Hear the words spoken in the dark.

The light will crush, the dark will storm

But you,....

you may live.

photo credit:  http://news.jeebboo.com/2012/09/09/superstitious-why-even-rational-people-hate-to-tempt-fate/