Tonight’s prompt from Lisa @ #dverspoetrypub has looking at the bust she saw on a museum visits.
i have gone with the ekphrastic option because the picture rough edges by Elise Siegul reminded me of one of my older poems. here is a reworked version.
WHAT IF? Type 2 #EliseSiegul, #dversepoetrypub, #ekphastric,
What if the planet was just, A disembodied head? And us its many, many voices What if you the master of the many? Yes master of many crazy 🤪 voices, Were the master of that head? Would she be heard over the masses? Or Could 7 billion voices in this head be wrong? YES
An ominous February mood claims my heart. As I stand over my lover’s grave. Her self-dug grave. Why did she? Have to go and do that? You know that thing with her knuckles, that irritates me so. The sound of cracking knuckles pushed me over the edge.
If we lived in the Arctic or Antarctic, I would not have to bury her. The snow and ice would hide her remains. The snow would be the easy way out of hiding her body. But no, it’s a cold snowy February day in Norfolk. Our footprints have already led the police to us, the handcuffs locking on my wrists.
My father would crack his knuckles, just before giving me a beating. Mainly for stopping him from starting on mum. I was not caught for his murder. That was justice for mum. This is my lover’s justice.
Written for #dverse prosery prompt. Where we have been challenged to write a flash fiction based on and to include a chosen line from a poem. The line chosen by our host this evening Kim was “Snow would be the easy way out.” From the poem #Novemberforbeginners. By #RitaDove.
Ingrid has invited us to discuss things we are grateful for here at #dversepoets pub. so here is a piece I wrote to be shared with the friends I have in one of the two writing and spoken word groups I am a part of. the pic (taken 2018) is of my first time sharing at an open mic in the Tiki’s coffee shop where the group formed shortly after. the friendship group has outlasted the coffee shop which sadly closed in December. I am always grateful for such friendships. even if I do poke fun at them from time to time. I have read this to them.
Guild Party line!
(A poem about friendship. Six almost limericks poking fun at the friends of the Tikis writer’s guild.)
tiki’s coffee shop open mic.
There’s a lad called Mark, who’s not socially mobile.
Who would love to grow up to be noble.
He loved to give everybody a ring.
But his conversations sometimes would sting,
Not everyone he would ring were so docile.
Suave Dave he did sing, creating quite the buzz,
After he shaved off his facial fuzz,
Clean shaven and bald faced,
Thought he had the new song aced,
Thinking everyone listened, but nobody does.
Long tall Tony loved to give the girls a bell,
He knew the way to their hearts with what to tell,
Tall tales he had sold about his height,
With the girls he meets, did they get a fright,
And that why Tony came to dwell in his cell.
Big hearted James was shy about when he had to tinkle,
He thought everyone’s noses would always wrinkle,
So would always avoid any one on the blower,
Even if he had to tinkle a little slower
It’s just a shame he was a tad fickle.
Verena was the lonely lady of raspberry city,
Lived alone and only ever spoke a little ditty,
Until she drank a cheeky raspberry cocktail,
Then chatted to much she forgot to exhale,
Now her appearance looks awfully s****y.
(Re written from a blog post).
Rog, worked to sell crap over the dog and bone,
He would always speak in the same tone,
could always make his customers fidget,
Trying to get them to spend over budget,
Even when in the little room sitting on the throne.
perspective poetry 
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