fermented farewell

tonight at #dverse we have been prompted to look at fermentation. i have not had a lot of experience of fermented food and my mind took me somewhere unexpected.

(A warning to fathers not to treat their daughters like a princess)

#Mentalhealthawareness, #dverse

Does a farewell have to ferment?

The love of life that started with smiles,

Being brewed into the contagion of hate and want,

By the bacteria of have, have, have.

And now, now, now.

Stirred with a silver spoon,

The heart of daddy’s princess,

Broken when fermented by life,

Mind Spoiled by greedy ignorance.

After daddy has gone.

Please dads don’t ferment,

Your daughters mind with,

The vinegar of giving them all,

A spoilt brat is a sauerkid (sour child)

When life takes everything away.

A fermented farewell,

Is all that awaits,

A mind expecting,

To receive it all,

Without any of life’s effort.

Goblin sunset #poem.

Good evening #Dverse poets. Good evening Sarah thank you for sharing Christina Rosetti’s poem Goblin Market in the prompt. It inspired my poem this evening and matched my photo of the sunset as I rode home from work this evening.

https://dversepoets.com/2022/03/22/colour-me-poetry/

I cycle through,

The human traffic,

Going Way to fast,

What scares them,

Scurrying home,

AS orange sun sets.

The sky is turning,

An enchanting,

Pumpkin orange,

The birds are shushing,

Afraid to sing,

Their twilight lullabies.

The air is filling,

With hazy quiet,

Off odious intent,

The foxes slinking,

Off to camouflage,

Their whereabouts.

It is the night,

Off the goblin market,

Starting with pumpkin,

Orange sunset,

As the hobgoblin poet,

I am invited to attend.

Telling my tales,

To the goblin children,

Of the foolish humans,

Killing the land,

As their parents conduct,

Yearly goblin commerce.

Blackberry Temptation.

here we are again on quadrille monday at dverse poet pub. with the word stand. This piece is inspired by a young child I spotted on my cycle ride home from work this evening. With his face covered in blackberry juice from a hedgerow his father was picking from. remembering being both father and child in that situation got me thinking what if I was not privaliged enough to have such privalage.

https://dversepoets.com/2021/08/09/dverse-monday-quadrille-stand/

Blackberry Temptation!

They stand tears in eyes!

Blackberries out of reach,

Barbed wire fence, gun tower,

Between them.

Nature’s harvest torments

mocking empty bellies,

Of starving prisoners,

Guard’s faces

smeared and taunting.

Child and father remembering

Taste of blackberries before war,

Death summons on barbed wire.

i am taking this poem to an open mic night on sunday 29th august 2021.