Black Petals Issue #93 Autumn, 2020

Funeral at the Louisiana Bayou
BP Artists and Illustrators
Mars-News, Views and Commentary
Justin Alcala: A Horse for Us All-Fiction
Matthew Penwell: Bless Be Him-Fiction
Shiloh Simmons: Coffin Birth-Fiction
John Cox: Don't Teach Cats Latin-Fiction
Ken Hueler: I, Said the Fish-Fiction
R. A. Busby: Not the Man I Married-Fiction
Jude Clee: Notes from a Bathroom Stall-Fiction
M. W. Moriearty: Scarecrows-Fiction
Robert Masterson: Sharper Than She Ever Imagined-Fiction
Michael Steven: The Mirror-Fiction
Kevin Hawthorne: The Song-Fiction
Marlin Bressi: The Man on the Box-Fiction
Terry Riccardi: Winter Hunt-Fiction
Stephen J. Tillman: Angry Tammy-Flash Fiction
Andreas Hort: Pay the Price!-Flash Fiction
Sam Clover: Piety and Parm-Flash Fiction
Deisy Toussaint: Parasite in the Shadows-Flash Fiction
Outnumbered-Flash Fiction by Cindy Rosmus
Mickey Sloan: Basement Beldam-Poetry
Daniel G. Snethen: Grandmother Screamed-Poetry
Daniel G. Snethen: Pumpkin Tanka-Poetry
Daniel G. Snethen: Yellow Death-Haiku
Theresa C. Gaynord: The JuJu Man-Poetry
Theresa C. Gaynord: The Widow Paris-Poetry
Theresa C. Gaynord: Funeral at the Louisiana Bayou-Poetry
Theresa C. Gaynord: The Old Hag-Poetry
Loris John Fazio: Halloween Prayer-Poetry
Marilyn Lou Berry: My Darling, My Sustenance-Poetry
Chris Collins: Nature-Poetry

Funeral At The Louisiana Bayou

by Theresa C. Gaynord


Their cries were blistered with desperation

as they passed through the gates of hell

smoky with acid rain and malevolent spirits

filled with disdain.


Gratitude's heaped high against a requiem of

silk robes and myrrh incense where personages

of flesh and bone couldn't hear the prayers of the

children whose tongues had stopped with time.


Night-blooming cereus blessed the funeral deep

in the Louisiana Bayou, blanketing the moonlight

on the river with unfathomable appeal while

transition shredded skin into crumpled up millennia.


We knew them. We felt the previous currents of their

submicroscopic energy reverberate with precise

sweetness over the electric lick of photons

that seared through the twisted core of green fields.


We experienced the fear of the craven as they turned

and ran, their faces flushed beneath the whiteness

of the moment, when the ashes of the dead were unearthed

and scattered in water rituals under a Vooduin’s embrace.


Jettisoning waves canvas the boats smeared

charcoal against a blood red sky, while

birds sing through leafy encounters of bestial beauty.


I track and plow starved

for the sake of my soul, as darkness opens into light

with the memory of you.

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. 

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