The JuJu Man
by Theresa C. Gaynord
First
clocks tick among the whitest
wheat,
longing for the night where
glow-worms
spark a silken string of
stars
as moonbeams bend their arc,
cold
as stone, away from gurgling
waters
and goblin's cries.
A
dying bat flaps its wings for the
last
time before it comes to rest on
the
breast of hardened soil, modest in
the
fallen dew, dwindled to swift decay
with
sunken eyes and fading mouth; absent
now
from the sweet wine of red grapes,
sucked
into empty rinds. The soul splits
into
a somber ghost in sleep, sweet poison
to
the rusty hands of time that tremble in
the
shadows with a faint fluttering of cunning
seduction.
Unseen from his home in the wood,
the
juju man weaves his corn figure,
avenging
a wrong; its small face buoyant, as if
commiserating
the binding. And in the nearby
Creek
it’s thrown, deep into the peering darkness,
still
to dreams never spoken, still to a silence
unbroken,
obedient to the juju man's spell of
foul revenge, and all human
love and hate.
Theresa
likes to write about matters of self-inflection and personal experiences. She likes to
write about matters of an out-of body, out-of-mind state, as well as subjects of an idyllic,
pagan nature and the occult. Theresa writes horror, as well as concrete gritty and
realistic dramas. Theresa is said to be a witch and a poet, (within the horror
writing community) and she has been published in a number of magazines, ezines,
anthologies and books throughout the years. She is a former elementary school,
a psychic medium - reader and advisor.