Inspired by F2.9, Ossaert and f3.9 Aka Manto
Demons, Dogs, and Men
We fear the unknown,
rush to fill vacuums
with chaotic conceptions,
premonitions presented as truth.
We imagine the possibilities
as soothing and sublime
or shocking and scary,
and, in guilt and complicity
we spawn devils and demons
who find us in the woods, in an alley, or
in a public restroom,
cautionary tales for our children, for women,
for the downtrodden,
do not seek more–
and for the powerful, fear–
the hobbled beast bites when it can,
so, beware–
and yet—
the whipped dog’s spirit who seeks revenge,
ignores the majesty of canine magnanimity
and makes them as petty as humans,
who reduce even gods to vengeful, jealous creatures.
Paul Brookes is hosting a month-long ekphrastic challenge using folklore images to celebrate the launch of his new poetry collection, “As Folktaleteller.” You can see the images here and also read the other responses.
Yesterday and today: Merril's historical musings 
Oh, what have we become? I have no words.
I’m not sure how to take that.
You’ve written a powerful poem that strikes at the heart of what most of this world doesn’t want to face or can’t face. It’s a very hard truth to bear.
Thank you very much, Liz. I appreciate your comment.
You’re welcome, Merril.
Reblogged this on The Wombwell Rainbow.
Thank you, Paul.
we are the demons of our own lives, and most of us don’t even, realize it…
Yes, indeed. Thanks.
Fearful imagination
Thank you, Derrick.
in whose image, indeed? (K)
Yes, exactly.
This is both seasonally spooky, and timely in so many other ways…
Thank you so much, Ingrid!
Now I know how so many gods became vengeful, jealous creatures. A great horror write, Merril!
Thanks so much, Resa. 😏