Inspired by the poems of Emily Dickinson and “Rhiannon” by Fleetwood Mac.
Because I could not stop for Death
Odin took me in his hand – a Loaded Gun –
my call blaring into the night – a Funeral, in my Brain –
an answering host of hounds and fae
taking the sky as Rhiannon, goddess on her horse,
to the wind like a bird in flight – Kept treading – treading –
On the look of Death – until I carried my prey away
– And ate the fellow, raw.
Ashley Malecha holds a BA in English-Creative Writing. Her writing has appeared in Normandale Community College’s Paper Lantern Literary Magazine, SMSU’s Perceptions, The Afterpast Review, and Persephone. When she’s not writing the story on her mind, she’s gorging on books and sweets. She lives on the Mississippi River with an old orange cat and two dogs. Ashley is a dreamer, a night thinker, a reader, and a writer. Find her online: https://ashleymalecha.wixsite.com/website.