Black Petals Issue #107, Spring, 2024

Editor's Page
BP Artists' Page
BP Guidelines
Mars-News, Views and Commentary
(After) Life is What You Make It: Fiction by Richard Brown
Gauche Cuisine: Fiction by Gordon L. Stewart
Here's to Forgetfulness: Fiction by Roger Johns
Insights Into the Trajectory of Human Cetacean Communication: Fiction by Andre Bertolino
Mal Ojo: Fiction by M. N. Wiggins
No Dark: Fiction by Bill Dougherty
Overtime: Fiction by Dennison Sleeper
A Cut Above the Rest: Fiction by Roy Dorman
Resemblance: Fiction by James McIntire
Sign of the Times: Fiction by Liam A. Spinage
The Attic Party: Fiction by Michael Fowler
The Renovators: Fiction by Hillary Lyon
The Balance: Flash Fiction by Rick McQuiston
Bawk Dark: Flash Fiction by Michael C. Jessen
The Incident With the Mismatched Man: Flash Fiction by Charles C. Cole
Radio Tower: Flash Fiction by Blair Orr
Take Me With You: Flash Fiction by Steven French
Slippery: Flash Fiction by Cindy Rosmus
Where Dead Babies Come From: Poem by Nolcha Fox
302 Asylum Avenue: Poem by Joseph Danoski
Another Story: Poem by Joseph Danoski
Home Repairs: Poem by Joseph Danoski
A Creepy Leap Year: Poem by Kenneth Vincent Walker
Funeral Memorial: Poem by Kenneth Vincent Walker
BatGrl: Poem by Casey Renee Kiser
Twin Flame: Poem by Casey Renee Kiser
Shadow Play: Poem by Simon MacCulloch
Dark Ride: Poem by Simon MacCulloch
Leviathans of the Void: Poem by Christopher Hivner
Sunbursts: Poem by Christopher Hivner
Into the Eyes: Poem by Anthony Bernstein
Airtime: Poem by Peter Mladinic
Gloria: Poem by Peter Mladinic
The Sorcerer: Poem by C. Walker
Frozen Eve: Poem by C. Walker

C. Walker: The Sorcerer

The Sorcerer


C. Walker


Stalagmite finger creeps from shrouded hand;

Ferocious, wrinkled skin and rough like sand.

The arm, it reaches out, with spots and cracks;

He points – “be gone!”, he says, “or it attacks!”

The cavern walls go trembling in the night…


He huddles in the corner in his cloak;

I did not know his frailty ‘till he spoke.

“The wretched thing, I conjured it from air

And now it thinks this cavern is his lair!”

The cavern walls go trembling in the night…


“Good sir, you are a weak and weary man,

Perhaps I could assist you: here’s my plan.”

I spoke with him for hours about escape

Until my mouth was grinning, his agape.

The cavern walls go trembling in the night…


At last, he found the courage to be free;

In quiet, he was shuffling on to me.

I told him, “I will watch out for the beast,

Just come – come quick! – before his eyes gaze east.”

The cavern walls go trembling in the night…


Stalagmite fingers clasped themselves in mine;

The sorcerer – he thought me so benign!

But as his eyes rise up to meet my face,

They recognize a darkness in that space.

The cavern walls go trembling in the night…


He hollers to the wind; it takes his voice.

He screams blood curdling screams; they make no noise.

My face, infernal monstrous thing, agape,

Inhales him, flesh and bone like wine and grape.

The cavern walls go trembling in the night…


When deed is done, my face becomes a smile,

A crescent moon lined rich with crystal tile.

I sink into the shadows on the ground

And slip into the cavern; I, unfound.

The cavern walls go trembling in the night…

C. Walker is a poet from Connecticut, born in Switzerland and studying at Cornell University. He is Editor-In-Chief and founder of Lucky Lizard Journal. He has been published in multiple journals and magazines, including Aphelion, Black Poppy Review, The RavensPerch, and more. His website is

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