MAGPIE/ Prompt #83

THE SNAKE CHARMER/  Henri Rousseau. 1907

WHAT A CHARMING Painting...Magpie/ Prompt #83, thanks for the inspiration, Tess!

THE EDEN CHRONICLES

No shadow under you,

no mirror image of your outline,

red eyes Morse code a warning

that seems an enticement,

an enticement that seems a warning.

Prickles on my neck

as you slither by

to the purr of the clarion.

Belly scraping rock bottom,

barnacles, scum,

a piquant soup.

The sinister hand stirs, beckons,

a whisper hisses in passing...

"She's to blame,

herewith in mud forever"...

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INSTANT FRIENDSHIP/ Poetry Potluck #42

THE TOPIC FOR THIS WEEK'S Poetry Potluck #42, is Siblings, Cousins and Friends.  The form I chose for my poem, is the PANTOUM, a set of repetition of lines.

INSTANT FRIENDSHIP

A social butterfly alights
high on my cheek
and whispers a message of craving,
enticing as a gift.

High on my cheek
A Monarch seeks to persuade me,
enticing as a gift,
memories that have gone before.

A Monarch seeks to persuade me,
I need a friend indeed.
Memories that have gone before
bring out the lure of closeness.

I need a friend indeed,
he tells me all aflutter.
Bring out the lure of closeness,
now merely shadows and specters.

He tells me all aflutter
and whispers a message of craving.
Now merely shadows and specters,
a social butterfly alights.


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FREAK/ Poetry Potluck #24

 

 The Goddess Nukua   

Right up my alley: A choice of Cartoons, Sci-Fi, or Super Powers!   All for this week's Poetry Potluck #24.  I think my choice sort of overlapped..more fun..and I decided to do a Pantoum.  It just seems to offer that spaced-out quality that I was looking for..so enjoy and please visit all the other contributors for a treat.

FREAK

On a night of lengthy shadows

I slipped away to Earth.

Now my heart has a dream of longing

on the rouged steppes of Mars.

I slipped away to Earth.

I look like any other flying maiden

on the rouged steppes of Mars.

No doubt on Earth I'm just a freak.

I look like any other flying maiden

who sheds her snakey skin.

No doubt on Earth I'm just a freak,

hiding wings you'll never get to see.

Who sheds her snakey skin,

waiting for the light that says return,

hiding wings you'll never get to see.

You're missing the chance to know me.

Waiting for the light that says return.

Now my heart has a dream of longing.

You're missing the chance to know me,

on a night of lengthy shadows.

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Looking...

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I pull aside the morning curtain.

My childhood face floats by,

stares back and drifts,

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lost without a beating heart.

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Watch that little soul pour down the cliff,

a waterfall spilling out to cure the drought.

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Her center gone, mislead

by those whose words deceived,

she learned to weave an ornate tale,

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then settled like dust

in the evening shadows,

clutching a spray of conclusions

until

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the noon day sun,

spun by time,

comes into sight

to give me strength,

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makes it possible

to stand in ruby slippers,

to own the place my feet will tread,

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be friends again with perception,

and wave good-bye to things that pass.

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