My Sister Just Died

My sister just died.

How it hurts to watch him do it.

Kill her that is,

As she cries on right through it.

My sister just died.

Nine years of age

With that devil whispering in the dark.

Nine years of age,

And she’s already struck from start.

My sister is dead.

And with her goes my heart.

Because her laugher is my heart,

And my ear hears my heart no more.

My sister lies cold,

Her lips still formed in the shape of her name.

“Mercy, mercy!” they cry,

Without any blame.

He glares through his smiles,

And bites with his eyes.

I wish he would curl up, and crawl up,

AND DIE!

Because my sister is DEAD!

How could he do it?!

His heart wrenching grip,

Bruised up, I assure it!

And so she would as well,

Were it not in her grave,

That she lay at this moment,

With a gleaming tear upon her cheek

That wrestles with the decay of death’s way.

Oh, my sister’s soul stays,

In a horrid trapped way,

Apart of his torture

And apart of life’s lurid crime.

My sister is dead.

In her living state

By the beast that is fed

Her heart on a stake.

…But my sister’s death,

I will assure it,

Will not end, but rise,

With the resurrect of lives! 

-Madel

Poise

The World Spins

Like a Never Ending Whirlpool;

The World Spins

Like The Rushing of a Tornado Gone South;

Oh how the World Spins,

When Dancing at the At World’s End.

The Sky Flies

Like the Depths of a Tsunami;

The Sky Flies

Like a winged bird being chased by a Dragon;

Oh how my sky flies,

When Leaping through the sunrise!

The Earth Shakes

When I land upon the soft ground.

The world shakes

Because I am here to astound.

Our world Shakes,

As it crumbles to the ground,

Which I stand upon,

Foot to the sky;

Hand to the mouth,

There is no sound.

-Madelaine Irene (Madel)

Murmers of the Soul

"Disdainful,"

Beat her Heart

Under the Cold Silence that was 

Night.

"Secretive,"

Whispered her ear

In the Harshness of Night's

Cold Air.

"Deceitful!"

Howled her Mind

Through the Moon's Haunted Light.

"Resentful,"

Clicked her Tongue

As it carried towards the

Easter Sun.

-Irene Martens

The Face Beneath The Cracks

Written on a Bridge

Below the cracks beneath me,

I see right through.

And in Repeating Patterns,

I see me, looking back at you.

"Hello!" I wave goodbye.

You wave goodbye, too.

And as I scratch my foot,

You show me your shoe.

"You've stomped my face!"

I shout.

You shout that out, too.

So I mimic you, 

Or whoever copied who,

And we both walk away,

Our shoes stuck like glue.

And looking through the cracks again?

Well, I never do.

-Madelaine Irene

The Call of the River & My Compass

The Call of the River

Here stands a bridge

Long, not tall.

Here stands a bridge,

I wonder why at all?

Here stands a bridge,

To stop me from a fall.

And yet here, with this bridge,

I cannot answer the River's Call.

My Compass

I walk under Shadow,

Above me a Grove of Green.

I walk over Sunlight,

Casting Patterns upon the Spotted Scene.

I walk towards Color;

Places I have never been.

I walk away from Glories,

That have yet to lose their sheen.

-Madelaine Irene

The Observer

Floweth The Water

So Sweet,

Amidst The Grassy Banks.

Tumbles The Water

So Daint,

Over The Glistening Stones.

The Bubbling Brook 

Chippers, So lively,

With Ducks and Turtles alike.

The Ripples Echo To-wards

The Crane's Dipped Beak,

Wrapping it's ringlets around

Embodied Forms Stationed Still.

Glimmers Underneath,

Small and Tad in size,

Weight Upon Their Backs

The Pool of Seven Tides.

Perched upon The Grassy Shore

A Girl with Streaming Hair Galore,

Observes the path of Righteous Lore,

And Writes, with Raptness,

The Words of Sounds that she doth Adore.

-Madelaine Irene

Two Short Verses

Green bursts through the hillside,

Like a clap of thunder

After the lightning strikes.

Blue glows in the ocean high,

With white streaks of day.

Sun streams through

The green on the hillside,

Dancing as though around a campfire.

 -Madelaine Irene

Two Twin Trees

Alongside Eachother.

Their Boughs Extend

Close To The Touch

But Not Close Enough

The Twig of a Twig

The Prick of A Leaf

The Tiniest Touch Stands

Between The Twin Trees

Together They'll Stand,

Two Twin Trees

Never To Touch

The other Untouched

Tree's Hand.

-Madelaine Irene

The Winged

Dedicated to Katheryn Mercy Ione Touchstone.  

"Goodbye," Whispers a hush in the wind.

The clouds blowing by, wish they could send,

A lyric so lovely, as the dark night's end.  

A pitter patter of feet, floating down the lane,

Make the flowers think, 

Of tears of summer rain.

Drip drip, they drop, 

Until the echos stop,

And then a hush whispers,

"Goodbye", to the wind.

"The wind is my friend,"

Claims a nightingale, 

Resting it's clevage, 

Upon a forest trail.

"My song I sing, and ring-a-ling,

It's carried away by the unseen string."

A hush deepens in the Great Oak,

The boughs protruding from it's trunk,

Twist and Turn like an old drunk.

And streaming from the Tree's Top,

Whisps of smoke, into the wind, hop.

"Goodbye," Whispers a hush in the wind,

The Black Breasted Sparrow, wishes it could lend,

It's wings to the Caterpillar,

Who's wings have yet to descend.

-Madelaine Irene

The Wind in the Breeze

A gust of wind

Flows over

An open valley filled

With daisies

And Rivers

And ducks yellow billed.

A gust of wind

Blows over

A forest oh so dense

With sunlight

And trees

Their arms in defense.

A gust of wind

Rolls over

The hills never ending

With Rocks

And Roads

Their paths ever bending.

A gust of wind

Dives

Deep into the sea,

Until the crashing waves

Dive back

To follow me.

-Madelaine Irene

Existence

A hollow log lay upon the open road.

A rabbit’s tail disappearing through the other end,

A pecker’s beak rapping tap tapping on the door,

A nut from a tree above falls upon its floor.

A hollow log lay upon the open road.

A cat sits perched upon its top,

A wind gusts through the tunnel, stop.

The cat jumps up into the air,

And soars away like a windblown hair.

A hollow log lay upon the open road.

A bear cub sleeping in its core,

A white crest covers the outer door,

Stillness creeps into the air,

The world seems quiet,

Too quiet,

Yet not enough to move or dare.

A hollow log lay upon the open road,

A sense of life is present again,

A cluster of flowers pops up through the ground,

And wakes the world with a shower of rain.

A hollow log lay upon the open road.

A past and present engraved in its skin,

It seeps itself into the earth,

Giving space for another life to begin.

-Madelaine Irene

Breathing Love

A heart to heart discussion 
A melting of the soul 
They felt the rips and tugs 
Changing up the whole 
Picture of division 
Never to be seen 
Was this distant feeling 
Like two hills in a ravine. 

From a glint in his eyes 
To a whisper in her heart 
They fell deep in love 
A form of art 
Was now beginning to sculpt 
A lovely twisted form 
Like tree boughs intertwined 
Their hearts undefined. 


A love like this was madness 
It drove them crazy, too! 
But in the inner hearts 
They felt their parts were due 
To fall and rise together 
Like the breathing of the Sun 
And in their hearts they felt it 
“I love you, my passionate one!” 

“So breathe me in, my dearest 
Like the plants breathe the sun. 
Breathe me in, my dearest 
As if I am undone! 
Breathe me in, my sweetheart 
Like my heart desires you. 
Breathe me in, my darling 
Because our love is true.” 


-Madelaine Irene

Beautiful Disaster

"Trickle, trickle, trickle,"
"Rush! Rush! Rush!"
Goes the sound of the passing 
Of the Deep Blue Gush,
As it sweeps along the fields, 
Rolling over rocks.

"Swish, swish, swish,"
"Slap! Slap! Slap!"
Is the sounding of the cat fish's 
Big tail, "Kerplat!"
As it zooms through the waters,
Jumping with the tides.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh,"
"Blow! Blow! Blow!"
Is the hearing of the wind's
Howling song of woe,
As it streams along the trees,
Making tears in the waters.

"Drip, drip, drip,"
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
Shakes the voice of the thundering,
Demon of Doom!
As he shakes the world around,
Dropping it, in pieces, upon the dirty, wet, ground.


-Madelaine Irene

Beauty and Deceit

Staring out her window,
With her hair all in her face,
She saw with a blind eye,
Her surroundings,
From top to base:
The grass all dead and brown,
Reminded her of the inset frown,
Scowling at her reflection.
That reflection made her cry.

Peering out her window,
Tears covering her face,
She saw with her blurry eyes,
The heedlessness of grace:
The petals fallen upon the ground,
Stepped on, smashed; their beauty never to be found,
Reminded her of the reflection.
Reminded her of her own reflection.
Reminded her of what reflection,
Had gone and made her cry.

Gazing out her window,
Her lips quivering, breathing a sigh,
She saw with two wet, wide eyes,
The world about her,
Breathing; fall and rise.
The wind shook the dark brown leaves.
Watching one as it fell with ease,
She was reminded of everything;
Of all the pain that the reflection would bring…
Of all the pain that her reflection did bring.

Looking out her window,
Her body shaking with reverent cries,
She saw with her dried up eyes,
The darkness in all the lies.
The clouds gathering overhead;
The thunder booming, spreading dread,
Reminded her of the face,
Who laughed at her with disgrace.
And haunted her every pace,
Never giving up,
Never letting go.
Never letting this poor girl,
Find her her inner beauty, enough to let it show.


-Madelaine Irene