Gone Away Monday

Gone Away Monday

Does Easter Monday have a name;

of the rolled stone, the fleshless breath of bone, the

hollow's voiceless void; the comfort of a sobriquet, 

a calendar law of foreign Palms or dreadful Goods,

to mark the thing it's not?

The steam, the mayfly dew, the hope, the striking snake

that rises only shimmers happy cataracts 

to disappear; a lie preserved in

language of dead seeds, amber silo filled with

miracles' weeds,

of a cloud we

would become and cannot be, a flame burnt out

we barely know we see.

 

 April 2020

 for Kerry's April wordlist #13: lie

and Imaginary Gardens with Real Toads

Play it Again Day 13 Thirteen is Poetry

(the 13 words: disappear flesh bones voice dreadful

away dead law happy comfort amber miracle flies)

Images: Cave Dwellings near Sperlingua, Sicily, 1933 © M.C. Escher  Fair Use

The Cave, 1901, by Clarence White   Public Domain

Flash Fiction 55 Special April Edition #2

Since April is still poetry month as long as there are poets to celebrate it, here is the second special April edition of the 55 for all who are still valiantly writing daily, or for those who just wish to practice the form. Grab your pen, your paper, your keyboard, your crayons or whatever suits your fancy, and write 55 words, no more, no less, of poetry, prose-poetry or flash fiction, and post the link to your results in the comments below.

The prompt will be live from Friday midnight to Sunday at 4 PM.

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Here is my 55:

Masque

"..and Darkness and Decay and the Red Death held illimitable dominion over all.”
― Edgar Allen Poe

You, two

beats behind the living morning.

I, the rusted

 cutthroat knife flower.

You, in

 the scorpion cave torn, and

I,

anchoress in the black bower.

We dance

a chanted nightmare leaking fire

masked with

green locusts buzzing desire.

Outside, we

think the red death passes blind

these chambers

where our bones will rest entwined.

April 2020







with a nod to Imaginary Gardens with Real ToadsFriday April 10 Play it Again: Odilon Redon

Image: Photo, author unknown   via internet   Fair Use

The Masque of The Red Death, © Odilon Redon, 1883  Public Domain

Killer

Killer

Why do you come 

to stand in the dark kitchen, eyes

dull as shrapnel, dangling

your .22 from your hand

like a femur, no silver on you,

charity-thin?

You were the one

who wouldn't quit what killed you.

You were the one

who knew everything first.

Why do you hold

the rifle so tightly? 

I tried to save

all I could of you,

worried at the

pain when it came

with twelve

teeth of morphine, but

you screamed  

yourself away in

that minute I forgot.

I see

you still watch me

like a tilted tombstone,

staring flat-eyed, eternal

as a ghost lion's

hunger. 

Don't

drop the gun to 

hold out your hand.

 

April 2020

a  bit of surreal dream for earthweal's

Open Link

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Images, both Untitled, © Zdzislaw Beksinki    Fair Use

Flash Fiction 55 Special April Edition #1

Welcome all 

to a special poetry month edition of the 55. To give a platform to those writing a poem a day in April, or to anyone who wants to engage in the form, I will be hosting this meme of G-Man's every Friday in April, and I am sure he would approve. So have at it, and share with us a poem, piece of prose-poetry or flash fiction on any subject, so long as it consists of 55 words, no more no less.

The prompt will be live from midnight Friday April 3 to 4 pm Sunday April 5th.

No Mr. Linky here, so just copy and paste the url of your 55 in the comments below, and I will be by to see what you have for us.

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Here is my own 55:

Rationing

For today,

only one chapter

two slices bread

three acid tears

four-times-washed hands

to wipe them.

For tonight,

one half-moon

foggy with spring

two hours sleep

three cups chamomile tea

four owl-calls

playing the night music.

For that day

 unknown,

only one page

two ravens

three stubbed candles

four men in masks

to carry infinity.

April 2020

Images: Photo: via internet author unknown Fair Use

Photo: © Sergio Agazzi/Fotogramma via Reuters manipulated Fair Use
[Italian military trucks and soldiers by Bergamo's cemetery after the army was deployed to move coffins from the cemetery to neighbouring provinces.]