The Moon Child and the Angel - a poem by Chris Zachariou

moon child

impish fairies
bait the child
with handfuls
of red berries

‘don't eat the berries’
cries her father
‘don't eat the berries’
begs her mother

the moon child
eats the berries
and her gown is now
blemished with red stains

red red red
red is dripping on her gown

and her pristine white gown
from her toes up to her neck
is now covered with red stains

they take her to the forest
and the child and the fairies
they dance till three am

packs of wolves
and white horses
lure the child
to the temple

frenzied serpents
chase the moon child
the red stains on her gown
driving the snakes wild

and the
serpents and the child
they dance till three am

an angel lures
the moon child
with doughnuts
soaked in honey

‘don't eat the honey’
cries her father
‘don't eat the doughnuts’
begs her mother

there are breadcrumbs
on her lips
and her mouth is drenched
with honey

red red red
red is dripping down her gown

black water fills the rivers
black water fills the seas

and the
angel and the moon child
they dance till three am

then he flies her far away
juices dripping on her gown
crumbs and honey on her lips