It's a two for one special today, with a double poem based on the prompt, Forgotten Things. Image by Myriams-Fotos from Pixabay Forgotten Things Yesteryearin rose colourWistfulfor the old days Child labourRepressed rightsSubjugation ~*~ Technologyacross the worldAbundantfree communication Abused speechdrowning compassionin white noise.
Today's prompt was original sin, and this is what I wrote. Image by Gerd Altmann from Pixabay Original Sin The false-faced, false-tonguedTragic sin of prideAnd turn your blind eyepast the souls that died Hypocrite mourningwhen eyes turn on youBut the stain of sinalways sticks like glue Forged faith won’t hideyour selfish misdeedLies are not your maskand your sin... Continue Reading →
Today's poem is a tyburn, and very much in the dark gallows humour vein, so be warned. Image by Squirrel_photos from Pixabay Splat SquallingBrawlingDroppingStoppingRooftop fight; a squalling, brawling spatLanding with a dropping, stopping splat
Before I wrote this, I wondered why I picked this prompt. Ugly fruit? This is what I came up with, so enjoy. Image by Leif Lensgraf from Pixabay Ugly Fruit Crinkled skin, unsightly lumps that bulgeShoved away in a hushed cornerIgnored in favour of flashthe new variety,vogue inclinationof flawlessnessNot perfect,but stillSweet
So my prompt for today was Cemetery Picnic, and here's the poem I wrote inspired by Victorian Era customs (and yes, they did picnic in cemeteries). Also, I usually use the prompt for the title, but I changed it up for this one. Image by Vincent Ciro from Pixabay Mourning Ritual Memento moriand cemetery picnicsLife among the dead... Continue Reading →
Be Afraid of the Dark 