Weekly Scribblings # 5 - Poets United

buried in fragrance
a mouthful of petals
floral fantasy

Rapunzel

it wasn't the first time
the crow had dropped by
with a key for rapunzel

wary of  witches
crows bearing gifts
manicured nails
helping hands
locked doors

she preferred
to nap on the road
from time to time
swathed in sky blue
protected by a pair of spiky heels

besides
since her braids were chopped off
the ladder was a better option
if she felt the need for a royal visitor


 The Sunday Muse # 93
Art Photography by Ben Heine

Sunday's Whirligig 251

THIS WEEK'S WORDS come from "Sonnet XLIII" by Edna St. Vincent Millay: come, sang, summer, lovely birds, vanished, tonight, tap, lads, lips, where, why

 

the lovely birds have vanished

sang their last song

in the summer of fire and pestilence

 

come what may 

tonight the lads celebrate brexit

plenty of ale on tap 

why are some pursing their lips 

ah yes- remainers

where to now

Carpe Diem #113 Troiku

at dawn
I wash my feet with dew
the longest day

© Yozakura (1640-1716)

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at dawn
the birds don't sing anymore
thick brown smog


i wash my feet with dew
water is scarce and precious
in the dry continent

the longest day
waiting for the call
the sword of damocles

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at dawn
i look at the sky
no rain yet

the birds don't sing anymore
they hide and make plans
to fly away

thick brown smog
streaked across the window
good morning summer

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i wash my feet with dew
the only part of my body
still looking youthful

water is scarce and precious
the drought is taking a toll
 crops and wildlife die

 in the dry continent
 bush fires consume everything
 desperate times

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the longest day
merging into another one
patience required

waiting for the call
tension fills the fetid air
to leave or not to leave

the sword of damocles
poised to strike a  deadly blow
anyone's guess when

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The Temptations For The Weekend - Night And Day (1995)

friday night
nibbles and drinks
with the temptations
holiday weekend
australia day
should be great
pretend for a while
things are ok


the air is thick
with sadness more than smoke
something inside of me
tells me things have changed forever
it's the beginning of the end
of life as I have known it
and it's not coming back

no longer a question of buying a ticket
taking off  and starting over
some place better
been there everywhere done that

for me there is no  better place
there is nowhere to go
poor fellow my country

Sea Sculpture - Jason De Caires Taylor

Underwater sculpture honouring Africans thrown overboard from the slave ships during the Middle Passage of the African Holocaust.
This is located in the Caribbean Sea off the coast of Grenada under water.
 
The Middle Passage was the stage of the triangular trade in which millions of Africans were forcibly transported to the New World as part of the Atlantic slave trade . African captives were thrown overboard and drowned because if they had died on board, the crew could not claim insurance money on the lost cargo.











summer holiday
frolicking
in the caribbean
unaware that
the sea
holds shameful  secrets
a graveyard for  slaves
excess baggage tossed overboard
the black holocaust buried
forgotten for centuries

reparations ?
a ship sailing over the horizon
out of sight
out of mind

Wednesday Scribblings -Poets United

Peepo Into The Future

oh look
it has feathers
they used to call them birds
my grandparents
said there were lots of them around
before the time of the great fires

old people tend to put a gloss on things
like imagining  there was once electric blue sky
running waterfalls turquoise sea
white sand  rain forests
brightly coloured coral and fish
all stuff of fairy tales and myth

there were subversive undesirables
called poets back in those days
the best ones were banned
by the thought and smile free police
for spreading too much joy