First Haunting

hello #Dverse poets pub here is a rework of an old piece. from 2017, part ghost story part poem.

misty morn

MY FIRST HAUNTING (^///^).

#tiki’s guild, #dverse #openlink, #ghost story

Wow that is how it feels like to die, quite a relief from the pain of living. Who is that over there? They look like as if they could do with a hand to slaughter those pigs. Is that farmer Pickleway over there the artist, the poet and my wife’s ex-lover?

I watched him sitting at the outside table in the fog of an autumn morning. The weak sun was trying to break through as I had fun making swirling patterns in the fog. Then as he devoured the fatty pork patty in a bread roll grease dripping on the table from between his fingers. Remembering why I am here, I dip into his mind and remind him of his father’s fatal heart attack, with a tweak on his heart strings.

Here I sit catching the echoes of the minds in this steamy atmosphere of a coffee shop. There they sit my bigoted quarry. Bitching about and slagging off all those in sight “look at her what a dragon I bet she would tear your head from your shoulders and shit down your neck. Just for saying hello to that ugly daughter of hers.” And “hey bitch you looked like you’ve been struck with an ugly stick. was your mum just as ugly.” I had better get, my grown children out of here before they get lynched. This is my home now. Since I left their mothers dead body for the pigs.

The skull sat there,

Sun bleached,

Cracked Sunglasses,

 hiding a spark,

Not of life,

But of diamond,

Ten years since I left,

 your body in the,

pig pen.

That pig’s skull, now skewered,

Next to yours,

In the clearing on a stick,

The butterflies dancing,

Around you and him in the sun,

Celebrating your sacrifice,

 To the cherry orchard,

Ten years ago, I swapped,

From you hunting me,

to me haunting you,

You hated me when I died,

So now I am you and you are me.

1st ©30/5/17 rog leach

2nd © 29/5/17 rog leach

conkers bonkers #haibun

Thank you, Xenia Tran, for hosting tonight @ #dverse. and prompting us to write a September haiubun .

across the moor in autumn.

Conkers bonkers!

Across the moor to fun,

Children laughing kicking leaves,

Filling parent’s pockets with horse chestnut.

Grandparents enjoying their company.

Hot chocolate with marshmallows,

Watching conker championships,

(An English game played with horse chestnuts threaded onto string).

Craft filled tents selling their wares.

Back to grandparents’ home,

To find exploded jacket potatoes,

All over grandad’s oven,

Never forgotten for ten years and beyond.


One conker now tree,

Growing in my garden lawn,

Living reminder.

© 26/09/2022 rog leach

Nine #couplets

no silver spoons

hello #Dversepoetpub visitors, tonight at the pub Laura was going two by two to the bar.

So we are writing in couplets, I have chosen to go with cote version.

Using the form to describe the duplicity of the class system here in England and other places around the world.

nine #cotes.


Demands,

Unreasonable time requests, expected.


Impossible,

Tasks’ completion expected, NOW.


Respect,

Expected due to birth right, never given.


Demands,

A classless society badly required.


Impossible,

While hereditary titles remain legal.


Respect,

Not given to hereditary title holders.


Demands,

Of love must succeed over hatred.


Impossible,

While greed and fear rule society.


Respect,

Given freely to those with love in their hearts.

© 22/09/2022 rog leach

You were #antibully

#Mentalhealthawareness, #stopbullying

this post contains a fictional suicide attempt.

YOU WERE

 You WERE on my mind,

When I walked out to the ledge,

You WERE on my mind,

When I left the ledge,

You WERE on my mind,

when I felt the wind rush past,

you Were on my mind,

when the pavement filled my vision,

You were on my mind,

When I kissed the pavement,

You were on my mind,

When the paramedic scraped me up,

You were on my mind,

When I awoke in the hospital,

You were on my mind,

Until I spoke to my family about you,

You being on my mind IS WHY I JUMPED,

I no longer need your ABUSE, so leave now bully,

Now my family is back on my mind,

© 25/1/2020 R Leach