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: Frozen Eve

Frozen Eve


C. Walker


Aye, this is a frozen eve

No, I have not heard the wolf yet howl

Nor the owl hoot, nor the bobcat scowl

Just silence on this gnawing, wintry day

Just silence down the mountain, cold and grey.


Aye, this is a frozen eve

Cavernous awaits the weary terrain

Empty like how stomach loves to drain

Deprived of any food at all, I starve

Lo, this horrid hunger sets to carve.


Aye, this is a frozen eve

Sitting, curled up by the cabin fire

As the nighttime ticks, my plight grows dire

My racing mind ensnares a morbid thought

And as it swells within, I soon am caught.


Aye, this is a frozen eve

Moon here blistering the inky sky

Where below I hear that piquant cry

Quickly, I arise and run to see

If my horrid dreams have come to be.


Aye, this is a frozen eve

So opening the door releases numbing gust

And peering out across the frosty dust

Awaits a poor old soul who has collapsed

Oh, his life has just about elapsed!


Aye, this is a frozen eve

I crawl out in that chilling, killing cold

Reaching for that man, for sins untold

But as my body urges me along

I perk up to a noise, a whistling song.


Aye, this is a frozen eve

And whistles carry, splicing through the air

But this is not the wind, by this I swear

I peer up from the ground, I look about

“Wen-” I start to say, but am cut out.


Aye, this is a frozen eve

It stands among the trees, a bony spire

Gaunt with skin like splotchy, drying mire

Twice as tall at least, with deep set eyes

“Di-” I rise to say, but then it cries.


Aye, this is a frozen eve

And here I lay, frozen in my path

Of tasting human flesh, impeded by the wrath

Of something no man ever wants to see

“Go” I say, but now begins the spree.


Aye, this is a frozen eve

Where many lost and weary come to die

So if you cannibals do hear that cry

Know this: there is naught that one can do

For Wendigo is bounding there to you.

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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