‘Proxy’ is a horror, ekphrasis poem inspired by the image included below.
Hope you enjoy!

Tarot Card Poem by Michael Wheatley



In her arms, she cradles an egg
with its face born on the outside:when hungry it weeps,
when fed it smiles,
and every night, eyes closed, it sleeps.
In her arms, a cradled egg, fostered.
Then, the snake returned.
You have my child.
The snake coiled around the egg.
You have my child.
Her hands, clinging to the egg.
You have my child.
The egg cracked.
The face, cracked.
A deceased, decayed, undeveloped mess.