Bed time stories of #Draco.

For tonight’s 144 word prosery challenge I attempted to write Draco and Persephone’s legend.

including the line given “Through the deep caves of thought I hear a voice that sings” from The chambered Nautilus by American fireside poet https://dversepoets.com/tag/oliver-wendell-holmes-sr/. At tonight’s #Dversepoetspub.

The bedtime tale of Draco and Persephone.

                              The home fires are burning in England after the great gas and electricity rip-off of 2022. Parents tell their children the tale of Draco and Persephone around candle lit evening meals, backlit by wood fired stoves.

Fathers deep voice normally starts with โ€œThrough the deep caves of thought I hear a voice that sings! Songs of love over many millennia.โ€

Then Mother all sweet and light โ€œThey sang to each other; in the letters they wrote. Fighting the venom and hate towards their kind.โ€

Father whispers โ€œDraco and Persephone sold out their only child, to live forever!โ€

Mother asks โ€œCan we live forever dear Father?โ€

Father replies โ€œOnly if our children stay awake every night. Draco and Persephone became vampires because their son was a night owl, who never slept!โ€

Mother โ€œOnly sleep and love can save you now, children. Goodnight my Dearsโ€

ยฉ 15/08/2022 rog leach

goodnight children

Manners

Hi all at #Dversepoets and beyond here is the hobgoblin poets idea of good manners while eating out. thanks Merrill for reminding me of this poem at tonight’s poets pub poetics evening.

hobgoblin munchies.

Manners.

#etiquete, #hobgoblinpoet

I am the hobgoblin poet,

My manners match my exterior.

And I love to fart in public.

What a relief to trump in town.

To bottom burp in a bar is brill.

Itโ€™s fun to belch in a bistro.

Go gas a gastro pub.

And watch with gusto as guests all leave.

We hobgoblinsโ€™ Just love to blaspheme,

Until they scream about our obscene,

Telling us off for our bad manners,

Around a mouthful of food,

Having a bitch about another spreading cold,

Then sneeze in the faces of these grown-up children.

Oh, to be members of old grumpies gang

Teaching us their idea of manners,

From above their long snooty noses,

When our own are far more fun.

ยฉ19/11/18 rogleach

ยฉ 2nd draft 09/08/2022 rog leach.

Wondering type #poemporn #Q157

Thank you de Jackson for tonight’s quadrille prompt. It gave me the finishing line for this poem i was toying with all weekend.

#quadrille, #dversepoetspub

I am just a wondering poet,

Lost in my own darkness,

Held there by others negative,

Filled with a longing for my light,

Who has to die me or them!

I am a dark words type,

Who’s heart must be broken mine or theirs?

dark poet

August steam and sulphur. #dversepoetspub.

hi poets today at dverse Sanaa has asked us to reflect on the month of august an around me in England it is harvest time.

the last weekend in July there is always a steam rally celebrating the machines of old. these gave me my idea.

the way it was

August steam and sulphur.

#dverse, #tikiswritersguild.


The smell of sulphur drifts to me,

Carried on steam,

On This early August dawn.

bright blue days, star filled night and golden ripe fields.

The thunderous labour,

 of industrious steam roller,

Rattles my Starlorn bed.

Roller whistles greeting,

To traction engine,

Harvest begins.

Road ready to carry,

Harvest to market, mill and beyond,

Past chattering children in fields.

Big steam monsters,

Spuming sulphur stinking smoke,

Changing the harvest forever,

Giving children summer break.

Steam and sulphur filling the air,

Driving a revolution,

For good or bad,

You decide.

ยฉ 2/8/2022 ย rog leach

frolic #poetry

Frolic!

Here I am the hobgoblin poet,

Playing with a mischief of magpieโ€™s,

Frolicking among the gravestones,

Celebrating lives they represent,

Brightly coloured sugar skulls,

Left at each stone.


Inviting the spirits,

To join the frolicking, dancing and celebrating,

To the beat of

Batal Mundo drummers,

As A treachery of ravenโ€™s rave,

In the churchโ€™s graveyard,

Freaking the living,

With our joy of

Lives once lived.

ยฉ 26/07/2022 rog leach