Friday, April 20, 2018

Friday 55 April 20 2018

Another Friday whirls us to its tune, as we gather to celebrate the giving spirit of the man who created this meme, Galen Hayes, and test our craft with the 55 form. No rules, as usual, except the word count--55 words of prose or poetry, no more, no less, --and the hope that everyone has a kickass weekend. Link your creation in the comments below between Friday and Sunday morning, and I will be by to read, but bear with me as I am behind the curve this week.


 ~*~


Just some nonsense; I'm afraid I have a case of ghost fatigue...


Ghost Fatigue




I'm sick of these ghosts
wasting my time,
dust of dead roses
in each ululant whine,
their covert self absorption
their bleached back-turned eyes,
that creaking persistence
presenting the past
so sauced with regret
it's better to fast;
faces set tight in
flash-frozen reproach;

love can't save a drowning man
who won't grab the rope.







~April 2018

























Image: Lace and Ghosts, 1856, Victor Hugo      Public domain.
Factoid: "Victor Hugo produced more than 4000 drawings. Originally pursued as a casual hobby, drawing became more important to Hugo shortly before his exile, when he made the decision to stop writing in order to devote himself to politics. Drawing became his exclusive creative outlet during the period 1848–1851. Hugo worked only on paper, and on a small scale; usually in dark brown or black pen-and-ink wash, sometimes with touches of white, and rarely with color."  ~wikiart.org





Saturday, April 14, 2018

Sprite





Sprite


Once 
you were
close to me as flesh to bones
light to day
moon to dream
flies to honey.

Not really you, was it
that amber heart
glittered across my dark,
that voice, that breath
offering perplexing comfort

but just a sprite of you
ungrasped like a child's balloon
sent out to sail to
disappointing freedom--a popped prop,
bright red scraps, then dead-forgot
forever

yet here I stay
bud-eyes to the sky
immutable twisted root
hosting the symbiotic 
froth of fungi, the frozen nymphs,
underground and secretly
altering, 

or

flailing out a tendril, celebrating a twig,
rediscovering my wedding
of  worms, finalized at last
after a long engagement.

Old balloons still may sail 
on paper;
I stay here 
everspent but evergreen.



~April 2018


for Magaly's  Thirteen




the 13 words: 
flesh bones alter amber paper flies frozen breath voice comfort perplex memory rediscover









Image: The eye like a balloon sails to infinity, 1898, Odilon Redon      
Public Domain






Friday, April 13, 2018

Friday 55 April 13 2018

Welcome, writers. It looks like we have another Friday the Thirteenth to accommodate in our 55 word journey; feel free to play with that concept if you'd like. For those writing 30 poems in 30 days for April, extra welcomes, with all respect.

To recap our mission here for any new aspirants, we come together every Friday to celebrate the legacy of one of the great original bloggers, Galen Hayes, who gave so many support and a laugh hosting this meme of 55 words of prose or poetry, no more, no less. Link yours in the comments below between Friday and Sunday morning, and I will be by to read.


A glance to the poles for my 55 this week:





 Wendigo



Time shrinks
to shadow-smoke.

Forever-winter drowses
a snowdust
dim darkness of white.

Don't wake her.

Her wendigo's eye shut
still hates
 the old rose by the fence,

bleeding life
 at each finger's end.

Her ice-blanket's twist
shudders out 

floods,
dreams of dead fishes
ash from a thousand wildfires.

April
darkens with
the desperation of hummingbirds.




~April 2018













wendigo, also, windigo: (in the folklore of some northern Algonquian peoples) a cannibalistic giant; a person who has been transformed into a monster by the consumption of human flesh.

Some facts from the Norwegian Polar Institute  on how Arctic warming will affect the rest of the globe, including reduced thermohaline circulation and the albedo effect.







Images: The Enigma, 1871, by Gustave Dore 
Dark Roses On Light Background, 1891,Henri Fantin-Latour    
Public domain.  Manipulated.