Blue Drown

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Blue Drown

 

 

I've been too long

in the blue drown

to feel again now

 

too long under

the mirrorglass glowmoon

that tides me apart

to answer your voice

 

too many waves

with their concrete hands

on my throat

their sucking salt drench

in my eyes and mouth

to ask who's to blame.

 

There's no pain left

on this sand 

swirled trashed beach

where I've come to meet

 

the last falling star,

the hungry crabs.

 

 

 

 

July 2021 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 posted for Open Link Night at

d'Verse Poets Pub

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Images: Looking For Crabs Among The Rocks, 1905 © Joaquin Sorolla  Public Domain

Two Crabs, 1889  © Vincent Van Gogh       Public Domain

I have manipulated both images.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Plague Sonnet

Plague Sonnet

A bite of the flea and the plague is caught;

what he sent away always came home to him.

Tho she begged for a healer, she got what she got.

With fifty snuffed candles the room stayed dim.

From a book of dead suns he read out the shade

and the scream that whimpers before it goes.

She stole new eyes but they soon were greyed

as turquoise fevered in a cold-played flow

of impossible truths, of believable lies.

He put traps in the trees, blood on the stones

with his limp blue gaze where the Kingdom dies;

there could be no bridge in a rainbow of bones,

just the smile of the mouth-pit scarring the lawn,

and one last mistake, to make a girl gone.

~May 2015

 posted for     real toads

Challenge: Bout-Rimés

Bjorn Rudberg (Bjorn Rudberg's Writings) asks us to play a game which evolves a sonnet from given end-rhymes. I have done what I could, though I am not much of a sonneteer. I had no luck with the words, 'glade'  and 'tones' so they have been altered--apologies.

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