George Frederic Watts
She carries death
on blue-black wings,
heavy with bloody prophesy
and the sheen of superstition,
and she divines madness
with the softness
of feathered rush.
The stars are collapsing
in her avian eyes,
silenced in ebon flurry
of moon-slicked wings,
lost in primeval mythos
of her sacred birth.
She is the Phantom Queen,
and under a dawning twilight,
she cries destruction
with the cawing voice of crows,
and casts skeletal runes
across the indistinct sky
into circular patterns
of blood-soaked fertility.
Julie Shiel lives in Maryland with three spoiled cats and three mischievous
sugar gliders. Her work appears in over 100 magazines and anthologies including
Flesh & Blood, EOTU, Penumbric, Aoife's Kiss, Dark Krypt and
many others. Her poetry collections, aptly titled
Disturbed and Psychoentropy are available through
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If you'd like to comment on her work, her website is located at
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can email her at julie_shiel @ yahoo.com.
Read other poems by Julie
My Night Garden
Not of this World
The Wild Hunt
"The Morrigan" Copyright © 2004 Julie Shiel. All rights
Previously published in Aoife's Kiss March 2004.
Re-printed by permission of the author.
This page last updated 10-31-05.
artwork by George Frederic Watts