Flash Fiction Saturday is on! Dive into the notion of Grendel’s mother as a ghost … Beware! She’s everywhere!
Many monsters, many ghouls, and nary can they cover
Bodies, brains, and brutal deaths the same as Grendel’s mother
Someone said that she had died, but flesh was just a cage
Now her ghost is everywhere, a witch hellbent with rage
Fury of a mother scorned, bereft her only child
Beastly, feral, hungered wrath; a ghostly demon, wild
Beowulf destroyed the chance for her kind to renew
Grendel slain, his body torn, the moment he came through
Death could not contain her wrath; no sword could sever ties
Shadows hold her in their web; she’s mother of all lies
Wolves and vampires hallow her; the mummies hail her blight
Zombies shamble in her wake; she reels with every bite
Nothing can withstand her spells; the joke is on us all
Draped in evil’s luxury, she aims to see men fall
Children, tarry not, or else thy will shall be perplexed
Grendel’s mother comes for thee; beware for thou art next …
James Matthew Byers resides in Wellington, Alabama with his wife, kids, a dog named after an elf, and two tortoises. He has been published in poetry journals and through Jacksonville State University in Jacksonville, AL, where he received his Master’s in 2010. His epic poem, Beowulf: The Midgard Epic, is coming soon from Stitched Smile Publications, LLC.
Find James Matthew Byers at:
One thought on “Ghostly Wrath”
Great images, wording, and flow. I really liked it. My favorite line: Beastly, feral, hungered wrath; a ghostly demon, wild.