Thursday, October 20, 2011

The Sad But Instructive Tale of The Anchoress Who Threw Her Panties Over The Moon


The Sad But Instructive Tale of The Anchoress
Who Threw Her Panties Over The Moon


She’d found a place
where being stopped,
where mind surrendered,
all emotions rendered
primal slop, no drop of life
to another tendered.
Any quip could be slipped
glib as bishop's tongue,
but he made her care;
now the bell’s unrung.

No salvation’s in
the anchoress cell
since he taught her again
what she knew so well


October 2011



Posted for   Friday Flash 55   at the G-Man's





anchorite(or anchoress) one who "...who lives in seclusion, esp a religious recluse; hermit"
via World English Dictionary @dictionary.com 

Image: Enclosing an Anchoress, medieval manuscript for which I can find no credits

21 comments:

  1. Great title! I love the rhyme and word choice:

    Any quip could be slipped
    glib as bishop's tongue,
    but he made her care;
    now the bell’s unrung.

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  2. the bell unrung and taught her things she knew already...hmm...you had me at the title...forgive the father for he has sinned...smiles.

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  3. She had quite an arm that Anchoress!!!
    Did women have Panties in Medievil times?
    Did she shop at Machiavelli's Secret?
    So she went Commando after that?
    Just askin'.....
    Loved your 55 JA.
    You Rock Okie-Ville and most of the Panhandle!
    Thanks for playing, and have a Kick-Ass Week-End

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  4. Ha! Not sure if it was there or the Borgia's Boutique. thanks, Galen.

    Thanks, FB, for the heads-up on the typo.

    All, I will be making rounds tomorrow--for now I'm off for an early night if I can get one. Look forward to reading everyone's then.

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  5. Kinda like that time I threw my panties at Paul Stanley . . .

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  6. Kind of a cross between Edgar Allan Poe and Dr. Seuss. :)
    (I mean that as a compliment.)
    I like it. :)

    Thanks for another Friday 55!
    Mine's here. :)

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  7. Killer title and I love the last stanza.

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  8. love the guilded book and that title, very intriguing write

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  9. It seems there is no antidote or defense that can keep this sort of reminder notice from slipping through the mail slot. Then all bets are off.

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  10. "No salvation’s in
    the anchoress cell
    since he taught her again
    what she knew so well"

    Loved this part, but had to look up anchoress to understand it. Gods bless google :)

    Seems to me to be a poem about freedom. Unshackling the dogma and saying, "Hell NO!" because of that man who "unrung the bell"

    Question: With "unrung the bell" were you going for unlearning the teachings that held her prisoner within that room? or something a bit more naughty :P To me it works either way, but I'm simple like that.

    Loved it, Joy.

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  11. What a hoot! Who wouldn't be sucked (um) into this poem with a title like that ... 55 devout eyeholes to unlace getting to the ring the bell down under. Heloise would be one proud Mary to halleloo this gem; Abelard, that devout little man in the moon's pale boat, sighs, wearing her lacy thong of a prayer like a mitre. - Brendan

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  12. She must have one hell of an arm! (LOL!)

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  13. Wowzers. And I think this title is the most intriguing one I have ever read!

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  14. Joy,
    I thought only cows jump over the moon. Hey diddle diddle it is!

    Hank

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  15. This here deserves more than 55 words worth of consideration. Very well done indeed.

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  16. Thanks people! This was once a very solemn sad work, but I got tired of that, ripped 99 words out of it and left 55 and wah-la. ;-)

    @MZ: Yeesh! As long as it wasn't Wayne Newton or Tom Jones. :P I must bathe now.

    @skav: either way--more of a change of heart kind of thing, really. Thanks for coming by ratling. I'm working on your rat poem.

    @B: I'd rather visualize the great god Pan in a thong headband, but I actually was revving a bit on that H + A twosome. Thanks for reading.

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  17. It is a sad tale. You can't, however, unring the bell.

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  18. Nice piece, love the final stanza. Any quip could slip- nice line, especially how you follow it up in the next line. Nice read, thanks

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'Poetry is an echo asking a shadow to dance' ~Carl Sandburg