’til the mourning

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Photo by rmac8oppo at pixabay.

‘The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,’ —W.B. Yeats

lay me down on beds of clover
as the gloaming ebbs to darkness
let’s pretend that we’re still lovers
despite the veil’s cold opaqueness
whisper on the nor-east breeze
fill the twinkling dippers full
arouse those long forgotten dreams
persuade me to embrace them still
brush my lips with dewy kisses
in the din of silence wrap me
memories are bitter blisses
but without them, where would I be?
hush me now, stop this complaining
I’ll just imagine you are near
bear the slug of time remaining
a life alone, not death, to fear

~kat
For Jane Dougherty’s “A Month With Yeats” – Day 17 poetry challenge inspired by the verse above from Yeats’ poem,‘ Aedh Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven’. Photo by rmac8oppo at pixabay.


First Impression

Liz prepared holiday dinner for Randy’s parents the first time they met.

She entered the dining room with great flare, then proceeded to trip over the carpet, launching the turkey across the table scattering dishes everywhere.

As she landed in a thud, Randy’s mother guffawed, exclaiming, “Oh Randy! I love this girl!”

~kat

Exactly 52 Words for Sacha’s Writespiration 52 Weeks in 52 Words flash fiction challenge. This week’s theme, “The Launch”. The photo above is by LauraTara on Pixabay.com.


Logs – A Haiku

decapitated
rootless, logs of pulp and sap
but once they were trees

~kat

For Haiku Horizons Challenge, prompt word, Log.


Creature Comfort

time is too too short
sexy is just too much work
flannel’s how I roll

~kat

A Senryu (type of Haiku) for Ronovan Writes Poetry Prompt: Short & Sexy (of which I am neither!)


R.E.S.P.E.C.T.

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‘Do you not hear me calling, white deer with no horns?’—W.B. Yeats

 

sickening the surreptitious poison
seething decades long, progress regressed
strides reversed, equality is frozen
by patriarchal fools who ‘know what’s best’
deafened to the earnest accusations
of innocents so easily oppressed
gather they, in secret consultation
seeking to exploit, for gain, the nation

slowly voices from the ash, defiant,
demanding recompense, proclaim, ‘me too’
legion, they are over being silenced
willing to face demons, armed with truth
exposing vile molesters, cads and tyrants
and they’re not backing down, this is a coup
apathy is never a solution
stir the masses, join the revolution

~kat

A two-octive Ottava Rima poem (abababcc, dededeff – Each line is of a 10 or 11 syllable count) for Jane Dougherty’s ‘A Month with Yeats – Day 16‘ poetry challenge based on the verse above from Yeats’ poem ‘He Mourns for the Change That Has Come Upon Him and Longs for the End of the World’