Draco Suicide pact

these two verse “epistle” from Draco and his black widow were written for the trimeric prompt posted on #Dverse poetry pub this evening . https://dversepoets.com/2021/06/17/poetry-form-trimeric/ thanks for the suggestion of this form Grace,

Dearest Draco,

The suicide pact we swore,

To get us here into,

Out deaths eternal darkness,

Enhancing my forever love for you.

To get us here into,

Blood lust and unholy passions,

Feeding of humanities fears.

Our deaths eternal darkness,

Smothers our son’s death,

Leaving only, another lost generation.

Enhancing my forever love for you.

My suicide pact to join you,

Had to be written in your blood.

Eternally your black widow.

Dearest Widow of mine,

The suicide pact we swore,

To keep our exquisite devotion alive,

Even on the blackest night,

Enhancing my eternal love for you.

To keep our exquisite devotion alive,

Blood lust and unholy passions,

Had to be undertaken.

Even on the darkest night

Our family’s next gen had to die,

To forever strengthen our human family.

Enhancing my eternal love for you

Was worth perishing for,

So, our love could live forever more.

Forever yours Draco

Smudge130

Quadrille #130

Written for #dverse quadrille 130 where we are given the word smudge.

Having lost two uncles to dementia some years ago. The idea of losing somebody in this way really close upsets me.

Another smudge,

on my heart,

Over iced tea,

Under burnt,

orange sunset.

Smudge 130 on,

This breaking heart,

dementia stealing,

Another sunset story,

Over iced lemon tea.

Smudge 130,

The last burnt,

Orange sunset story,

Your dementia,

Takes you to,

Live with the fairies.

Snooks

Open Link #296 – LIVE Edition

#highwaymen

written for an exhibition local to me about the area in which i live. James “robber” Snooks was the last highway man hung in England and this poem is about the locals’ tale behind his last few hours. it is displayed at the art hub run by Annafunkyart.co.uk.

Snooks by name snooks by nature,

IT was the spring of 1802,

When the last,

highway man swung,

Like Strange fruit from

The mighty horse chestnut.

Of Boxmoor

Singing the fun cannot start

The fun cannot start

Till I arrive

As he drank

the swan pub dry

Robber snooks

What did he steal?

Postal bags

Now just a marker

Just a white marker

The mighty horse chestnut

of stand and deliver.

Just a legend,

Just a legend !

7/6/2021

Added to Fandango word of the day “robbery” on 26/06/2022

https://fivedotoh.com/2022/06/26/fowc-with-fandango-robbery/

#FOWC

Navvies song

Today at #DVERSE we have been asked to write something about risk . in the las few days i have been looking at the building of the canal around where i live. i was impressed with the shear effort of the working men digging these out by hand using only pick and shovel ( the spadesl they used are called grafts hence the saying a hard days graft). The navvies (workers) risked their lives digging these out and lining them with a mix of clay and sand called puddle clay, which when keeped wet is water tight . it needed to be stomped un by many feet to drive out any air so i came up with this as i could imagine them singing in unison like sailors singing sea shanties while they stomped. .

https://dversepoets.com/2021/06/08/poetics-take-a-risk/

this also now displayed at the art hub in my home town put togethor by #annasfunkyart

the view

from old Fishery bridge

Stomp the puddle down!

Under old Fishery bridge,

Dodge the risk from above,

Risk from above,

More puddle clay from above

Dropped Clay from above

Stomp the puddle down!

Deep in Fishery lock,

Deep in Fishery lock.

We are the navvies of emerald isle,

Navvies of emerald isle.

Risking our life and limb

Our life and limb.

Stomp down the puddle!

Then we can fill her to the brim,

Then we can fill her to the brim

Our canal dug out with these grafts,

Dug out with these grafts.

All to feed our families of emerald isle

Our families of emerald isle.

Granny Smith

this was wrritten for tonights #dverse fruity promt https://dversepoets.com/2021/06/01/poetics-how-to-cut-a-pomegranate/ supplied tonight by KImm881. this juicy prompt has brought back a very happy memory

The clouds gather

Looming over grey gloom

This cities market alive with noise

Single sunbeam highlights

Trays of shiny green apples

Granny smith shouted the label.

Granny smith sniggered her grandchildren

One each gran bought, just to watch

The sharp and sour dancing on young tongues

As this bunch crunched and munched with glee

Juice smothered smiles giving poetic joy

To our very own Granny Smith.

Every bite of every granny smith apple

Brings back grans sly smile

At our sour apple faces

That day my first

Taste of a granny smith apple.

In the gloom looming over us that day.