I must Protest...

Every April Magaly asks us to join her in a bout

of

  Dark Poetry for the Cruellest Month

This year her theme is 

"Protest and Outrage"

hhmmmmmmmm......

I have spent the last year*like most everyone else online*

listening/reading other people being SOOOOOOOOO

outraged and feeling the need to Protest on an hourly basis about one thing or another.

Some genuinely deserving of support...some *in my opinion* not so.

As someone who voted differently to others..

and having opinions that others may disagree with

*like any other free thinking human* ...

I have felt isolated and angry at this flood of abuse and bile spouted freely

under the cloak of "free speech".

You don't know me, any more than I know you.

Two of the most soul destroying comments I heard/read...

"any one who voted Brexit should have their right to vote revoked"

and more scary still, from a member of the House of Lords when challenged 

that it was their(The Lords) duty to enact the will of the people

"Yes, but sometimes the people make mistakes,

 and on those occasions it is up to us to correct them,

 and educate them so they vote the right way"

I voted one way...my husband another...we don't fight over it.

We are not outraged by each others right to an opinion.

.........

Ode to Passive Aggressive Liberalism

I am OUTRAGED at your outrage

that I dare to disagree with "you".

I PROTEST your protestations

that I do not understand "Your" plight.

How could someone "like me"

ever feel "your pain"?

Being so privileged and so white.

Well I've been homeless.

I've been hungry.

I've grieved the loss of a child.

I've been bullied for being different.

Felt despair when Politicians lied.

I've taken part in marches

 to preserve the status quo.

But if I ask "you" if I've any rights

the simple answer's 

No. 

...........

Feel free to be offended....it's your right,

but stop confusing 

"Offended" with "Offensive"

it just makes you look and sound pathetic.

Sharing The Energy of Life

Today is the final prompt for Magaly's

"Dark Poetry for the cruellest month"

Yesterday Never Dies

There are several options for this challenge, one of which is to use the daily prompt from 

Imaginary Garden with Real Toads ~ Poetizing the Maypole

Unholy Union

At the brightest part of the day,

Couples gather, old and young,

To weave wishes of love and longevity into the world.

Music and giggles paint the air

With colourful ribbons,

Entwining hearts as feet caress the earth.

But it is in the darkness I dance.

Drawn to your pole by it's sensual cry.

My hands tremble as I reach for your silken length.

Muscles twitching,

 As the beat that is life quickens in my heart

The swaying of my hips, though involuntary, is more than welcomed

And I dip and rise to meet you in glorious explosions of pleasure.

My hunger sated, 

I lay still in the moonlight,

Feeling your issue flutter in the night breeze.

I dance in the dark.

Touched by your silken length.

Absorbing the energy of life.

Enjoy a Blessed Beltane XXX

Love after Death?

Today's prompt for Magaly's Dark Poems for the Cruellest Month

is "Poetizing Japanese Folklore"

in honour of our friend Rommy's Birthday :D

Now I am not very knowledgeable on Japanese folklore, but a couple of years ago I did join an art challenge that involved a piece on ancient Goddesses... 

This is Izanami - Queen of the Underworld 

Life After Death

From brightest beginnings to darkest pain,

A journey begun by Fires hottest flame.

Devoted husband, broken hearted,

Strives to retrieve his dearly departed.

But impatience is his fiercest foe,

And in fear he lets his loved one go.

With sweat on brow and strength of shoulder

He blocks her exit with a boulder.

Ignoring cries of deep despair,

He hears her curse upon the air

To unleash Death on a thousand souls,

While he creates more to fill the holes.

And thus the Cycle of Life began...

Not for Gods, but for Mortal Man.

Perfect Couple, torn asunder,

Leads to husband's fatal blunder.

Enjoy :D XXX

What about the Cow?

Today's prompt for Magaly's Dark Poetry for the Cruellest Month..

Beyond The Ever After...

Write a poem based on one of the following stories

"Cinderella"

"Little Mermaid"

"Jack and the Beanstalk"

"Rapunzel"

"Little Red Riding Hood"

"Where Are They Now?"

So today on "Where Are They Now?"

We seek the owner of a cow.

A much loved pet and family friend

That met a far from pleasant end.

What kind of monster gave away

That gentle soul who lived to play?

And for what...a Magic Bean!

Do I alone find this obscene?

Well here he is folks...Happy Jack!

*nice leather coat and a gold filled sack*

Time for a chat Sir?...Folks want to know...

What did Daisy do to be treated so?

Was it the smell...was her breath so bad?

Was she just too uncool for Jack the Lad?

Is that why you had to cut her loose...

And replace her with that garish Goose?

Now don't pretend to be all shy.

We don't believe the tears you now cry.

Not so cocky...nothing to say?

Well get ready, 'cos here come the RSPCA!

Can you imagine the Jeremy Kyle show episodes in Pantoland????

Enjoy :D XXX

Show your love...

Today, on International Earth Day, Magaly has asked us to write from the prompt

"On Her Day Gaia wails"

Do you love the Earth, or do you harm her?

When Gaia Wails

Today, I send prayers to Gaia.

I dig my fingers into precious Earth

And pay sacrifice with my own blood.

I sing to her of gentle love,

Felt for Her by all living things.

Yet Her reply is far from good.

Her feelings of betrayal show in Her actions.

Mountains tumble to bury towns.

As Gaia wails I watch the flood.

Her tears seep between my toes.

I used to run barefoot upon the grass,

But today Gaia wails as I stand in mud.

If I were mistreated by those I love...

Would my response be any different?

Happy Earth day?

XXX

*EDIT*

*took this after posting this morning...yes it is my blood*

The Magic of Courtship

Today's prompt for Magaly's Poetry for the Cruellest month is
"Legendary Beings in Love"

 describe the courtship ritual of a favoured Monster/Mythical creature of legend.

Now some people may feel "Ent's" are a fairly modern creature, but I believed in Tree creatures long before I read any books so I'm choosing to cheat :D

Legendary Love

He saw Her waving from the meadow,

Bowed His head to show He'd seen.

Swaying as She caught His eye,

Swirling skirts of softest green.

As He slowly moved towards Her,

Often times He'd stop to stare.

Enjoying each exquisite moment

As the wind played with Her hair.

A sudden shower does not dampen

The joy They have within Their sight.

Now in the sun each droplet glistens

Like a thousand stars in darkest night.

His arm extends and fingers stretch

To send the kiss He blows Her way.

In return Her arms spread wide

To receive His gift at end of day.

In view of mortal eyes They flirt.

Their Courtship sweet and true.

What takes but moments to Their hearts,

Lasts a lifetime for me and you.

*Couldn't help but make it soppy as yesterday was mine and hubby's 30th wedding anniversary*

Enjoy :D XXX

Fictitious?

Magaly's prompt for this challenge is Fictitious Ailments/symptoms.

Self Afflicted 

I didn't sleep well last night

"Restless limbs" and "Throbbing head"

combined to welcome "Insomnia".

"Insomnia" brought with her "Troubled mind",

who in turn danced freely with "Imagined danger".

Fortunately, I suffer from a serious case of

"Doentgivaphuquitis"

Isn't it cool how Nature balances Life?

Cos if we can't make fun of our own ailments how could we cope :D
Enjoy XXX

I is Peculiar...

Today's prompt for Magaly's Poetry for the Cruellest Month is

"Of Peculiar Fun and Me"

..............nuff said mwahahahaha.

Clowns.

Clowns are not fun.

Those who find them so are peculiar in my eyes.

Clowns are peculiar.

With smiling faces,

Their eyes speak of darker things.

Clowns wear rubber shoes.

Their costumes reminiscent of Hazmat suits

...easy to clean.

Noses dipped in blood.

Frills and pom poms won't distract my attention

from your grimace...

"Hello Kiddies...who wants to have some fun?"

Now I am not afraid of clowns *though my eldest was physically sick when he saw one as a small child*, but I do find them fascinatingly creepy :D

Enjoy XXX

Madonna of the Flowers

Today's piece for  Maglay's Poetry for the Cruellest month

is to "Haibun her a tale" inspired by the glorious artwork used for the challenge banner 

"Madonna of the Flowers" by Shelle Kennedy.

I'm not entirely (remotely) sure how a Haibun works, but this is my effort.

"Madonna of the Flowers"

Winter bites with frozen eyes.

Mother guarding her restless offspring,

sleeps with one eye open

And dreams of warmer days.

 Enjoy :D XXX

A tri....what???

Today Magaly's prompt is to write a ...wait for it....

"Triquain Swirl" poem.

Yep, that's what my brain said too, *though it may have actually come out of my mouth*

This is a poem formed in a set pattern of syllables per line.

The pattern Mags set us is 13 lines as follows

3-6-9-12-9-6-3-6-9-12-9-6-3

By th time I got my head round that I didn't have time to art, so I am reusing this painting form 2 years ago.

Swirling Mind

Stolen sleep

leads to pityless pain.

Clawing , scraping, shattering cold bones.

If only the darkness of sleep would stifle it.

But sleep seems to be hiding it's face,

huddled under pillows.

Pityless.

Storm clouds form, billowing.

Intensifying dark energy,

Cracking air, splitting sky and bone to the marrow.

Exquisite release as thunders roles.

Driving rain and pain gone,

Sleep now comes.

I think I got all the syllables correct, but my pattern seems to have failed on line 9...

never mind lol I tired

:D Enjoy XXX 

Big Flowery Butts...

I had planned to work on every prompt for

 Magaly's  Poetry for the Cruellest month challenge

but Hubby had "manflu" and totally broke my sleep cycle,

which messed with my brain....

I mixed 2 prompts together.

Instead of a serious piece on politics (Idiots herding the Blind) followed by a cheeky piece on prescription drugs (a Poesy of side effects),

I read "A poesy of Idiots"

and came up with the following sketch lol

A Poesy of Idiots

"Oh SHE is just A...MAY...ZING!"

"SHE wouldn't lead us astray!"

"Can't imagine why we didn't think of this before."

"SHE only ever has our best interests at heart."

"How wise SHE is...always has the best advice."

"...um...I don't mean to speak out of turn...but is anyone else feeling a little out of their depth?"

"SSSSSHHHHHHHH.....SHE might hear you!!!"

Inspired by the many wondrously tragic situations within our own(and many other) communities.

And to anyone who I may have offended, may I refer you to the disclaimer in my side bar...it involves a big flowery butt and some serious kissing :P

*yes sleep deprivation makes me even stroppier*

Enjoy :D XXX

Hoppy Birthday Magaly!

The second prompt from Magaly's Dark Poetry challenge

 is to write her a Birthday Dirge lol

*cos sum of us are Grumpy Gerties when it comes to ageing*

Happy Birthday?

Another year over.

Another year gone.

Hashtag Smiley Emoticon.

Don't need cards.

Can't eat cake.

Don't need telling your friends are fake.

Hugs and Kisses 

make you cringe.

Til you howl and whine like a rusty hinge.

Can't eat chocs.

Flowers make you sneeze.

BUT a shiny new hammer is sure to please.

*From a friend who knows you well :P*

*and I just wanted to share Shelle's image for the challenge again as it is so awesome *

Enjoy :D XXX

Has it Begun....

Today is the start of Magaly's Dark Poetry for the Cruellest Month

Her first prompt is "Has it begun to sprout?"

Which was wonderfully coincidental for the photo's I've been taking since the Spring Equinox :D

Has it begun to sprout?

 The seed of an idea that was planted by an idle random thought...

 Have the piles of fermenting manure, gathered from those throwing it,

 fed and aided it's germination?

 Will it rise above the dirty vileness

to become glorious in it's blooming?

Has your soul begun to sprout?

Enjoy :D XXX

Sweet baby Ghoul...

Well I'm blaming Magaly

 for filling my head with Birthday dirges and sprouting peosies of idiots,

but I was up at the break of day sketching for

 LOC Creative Challenge #122 Cute and Dark

"Baby Ghoul"

In my more normal moments I am trying my first Hexagon patchwork...

Yesterday "am" I used a die to cut 122 hexagons.

The lady on the telly said they fit together better if you make sure to stop your stitches quarter inch from the corners...

 so I cut a smaller hexagon from card to mark a border before sewing.

 Much easier to line up that way...clever telly lady :D

I now have 8 of these panels in pink...

now for 8 more in blue tartan, and we will see what kind of throw they turn into.

Enjoy :D XXX