Black Petals Issue #108, Summer, 2024

Sandy DeLuca: The Hotel LaNeau

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The Hotel LaNeau

 

Sandy DeLuca

 

 

Decades gone since people gathered here…

reinvented countless times.

 

Grand reopening tonight...

Solstice…

My friends and I drink red wine,

listen to a piano man play

an old Stone’s song.

When done, the crowd applauds,

performer nods,

sips from a bottle of whiskey.

Is that blood on the baby grand’s keys?

Beelzebub’s face etched on the lid?

 

Reminds me a conjurer

once owned this place.

Unclear for how long;

city records are sketchy,

years of details missing.

 

People were murdered…

women found on the grounds,

throats and wrists slashed,

skin stripped away,

feathers fastened to raw and bleeding limbs.

Demon sigils carved into trees.

Rituals performed at Solstice.

 

When I was young,

I came here for the music.

Sometimes the bartender served

me beer, or something stronger.

 

Some nights, I ignored requests for a dance,

ignored sly lines whispered as I stared

at photos on walls…

women gathered in a circle,

men with painted faces stood behind.

Inside a lobby’s case…

decorated masks…

postcards from Transylvania…

bird bones and silver pentagrams…

and black feathers on top of thick grimoires.

 

I loved the strangeness…

the eerie feeling I got when gazing up a stairway

at the edge of the ballroom…

was colder there, darker.

 

One night I glimpsed a spectral figure…

bowing slightly…

before disappearing into shadow.

 

Last time I was here…

I climbed those stairs.

Head full of masculine and Jack Daniels.

 

Dark hall,

velvet curtains,

ornate mirrors.

A guy sat on a sofa,

smoked a thin cigarette,

dressed in an olden suit,

hair a bit too long,

cap on his head,

feather tucked inside the brim.

Smiled slowly,

asked if I wanted to dance.

 

Seemed like he held me for hours.

When he let me go,

saw a sinister glint in his eyes.,

Then, he was gone…

 

Not much has changed here…

the same fancy mirrors…

eerie photos and the lobby’s case still here.

They play the same old songs.

 

I shrug when the piano man winks,

singing Sympathy for the Devil.

 

I shiver…

from the top of the stairs drifts a feather…

Solstice rituals have begun.

 

© Sandy DeLuca 2024

Sandy DeLuca has written novels, several poetry and fiction collections and a few novellas. These include critically acclaimed works such as DESCENT and MESSAGES FROM THE DEAD.  Over the past three years, she also co-authored three novels with Greg F. Gifune.

            She was a finalist for the BRAM STOKER © for poetry award in 2001, with BURIAL PLOT IN SAGITTARIUS; accompanied by her cover art and interior illustrations. A copy is maintained in the Harris Collection of American Poetry and Plays Poetry at Brown University, 1976-2000. She was also nominated once more in 2014, with Marge Simon, for DANGEROUS DREAMS.

          Her visual art has also been published in books and magazines. It has been exhibited throughout New England and in New York’s Hudson Valley.

          She lives in Rhode Island with several feline companions, including a black cat named Gypsy and her two sons, Gemini and Leo. Another black cat, named Mojo, joined the household in 2023. He was born in her great grandfather’s house, a structure that was once a stagecoach stop. It’s the inspiration for recent short stories; and a novel in progress.

          In addition to her fiction, she is working on new poetry and a series of large-scale expressionistic paintings. She spends some of her free time volunteering at a local food pantry and a parrot sanctuary. Other interests include photographing abandoned buildings and perusing secondhand shops.

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