© 2023 by Ashe Woodward 

Poetry

At the Beams

BELOW

AUDIO

EXCERPT BELOW

Mom and Dad at The Exorcist

BELOW

Fin & Fang

3am

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Poetry is what I do when the regular order of words can't express the weirdness I'm feeling and as a way not to blab it all over Instagram.

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At the Beams

Your wiry legs perched, arched, waiting

At the beams

Between the hall and coming in my room

Beast more than bug, oh sorry

So full on all sides

We don't have spiders like you in the city

You have me still

You stood too, us both deciding

Do you remember any of this?

I thought of how to save us both

Release us all, truly

From the tangled web, as they say

My voice cracks and sings

I didn't want to call

But he came for me and my finger points

He stomped like a breath

My shock swelled in the rug

With you

I had done it all wrong

If you see him, my father,

He won't remember this

But you'll both be there at the beams.

Fin & Fang

[An epic poem - excerpt]

Finally up against the land

She pushed his body up onto the sand.

This was as far as she could go

His dear rescuer, or was she his foe?

To let him die, buried at sea

Would be more humane than this bloody scene.

For a child to find while at play

Should she really leave this mess where he lay?

Would he want she save this body

To lie exposed, unholy, and gaudy?

If he lives, she thought, will he abhor her? 

But no man, she thought, lives through this torture.

 

A single tear onto his hand

She knew there was no more to do on land.

The night quickly came, stole her breath

Leaving him to inevitable death.

She went back to the deep from whence she came

And prayed only that he could do the same.

 

Who is a man to such deserve

A fate gruesome as this and by what nerve?

Could she detect some handsomeness?

What was his official rank and business?

Deeply saddened to see a good man go.

Surprised at her sudden feelings of woe.

 

Then something mixed and happened next

For all of magic rules to be perplexed.

Two fated start their intertwine;

Something beyond magic; nearly divine.

A vampire born on sand where he was lain

Owing his undead life to a mermaid.

CONT'D

Mom and Dad at The Exorcist

 

I remembered that my mom had told me about seeing, The Exorcist 

wth my dad, as a teenager

she was so scared they had to leave the theatre

 

I couldn’t remember if it was their first date or not

but I wondered how amazing it would be if it was

and how it might explain a few things of what I’ve become

 

My mom was away in Berlin for a while

visiting Holocaust memorial sights, of all things

so I had to wait until she came home to find out the answer

 

And when she was back and I was about to ask her 

if it had been their first date and I’d I hoped it was

What a great story it would be

 

We were driving to brunch when I remembered

that I wanted to ask her this question about The Exorcist 

and if was it her and my dad’s first date

 

She said no, it was a regular date to the movies

and that they hadn’t left the theatre. 

I must have remembered wrong

 

It was a regular date

But she was so scared, she covered her eyes

hid under her jacket and, at one point, even cried

 

My dad watched it all the way to the end––I can see him now

while my mom was terrified 

under her jacket, crying.

 

I asked her why she was so scared

and she said it was because it was 

when she believed in those things

 

I guess I can understand that. 

So what did my dad believe?

I wonder and I wish I could ask him now

 

I wish it had been their first date

But maybe it would have been their last

and then I wouldn’t have become anything at all.