Inescapable
a dose of
fetish, soul scathing
darkness, charred
ends, shadows
in the cellar…forgotten
people…vile truth
~kat
Plucked a few titles to pen this shadorma (3/5/3/3/7/5) for Mind Love Misery’s Menagerie Sunday Writing Prompt. Here is the list of possibilities in case you want to give it a go:
The Vile Truth
Shadows in the Cellar
Frozen Filaments
Inescapable: A Mind without Doors
Soul Scathing Darkness
Wrath of the Dryads
A Dose of Fetish
The Forgotten People
Charred Ends
1983
“And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,” —W.B. Yeats
Finito
When mercury in retrograde descends
all manner of calamities ensue
before my final poem could be “penned”
I dropped my fragile iPhone in the loo!
It’s glaring at me now, it’s apple face,
perpetually glowing like a fool.
That bloody thing is buried now in rice
what peaceful thoughts I might have had are doomed.
Oh, woe is me, for I am out of sorts.
It almost makes me want to grab a pen
and scribble in a notebook just for sport…
it takes me back, you know, rememb’ring when.
Perhaps I should be thanking mercury
for making me endure this misery.
Without my phone intact I finally see
that I don’t need it to write poetry.
(but I do hope the rice works and my phone comes back to me)
~kat
Not the poem I had envisioned for my final poem this month-long challenge. I write most everything on my iphone…well, except this little rant. I suppose it’s a good way to end the month. Sometimes I take my poetry and my writing too seriously. This definitely put it into perspective for me. My head is full of words. I just need to scribble them down. That is the important thing. Thanks Jane Dougherty for this “Month with Yeats”.
‘Why, what could she have done, being what she is?
Was there another Troy for her to burn?’
—W.B. Yeats
Women Scorned
From the shadows, secrets silenced
by violence
with no amends
from vile men,
women have found their voice to tell
tales of hell
and finally
the world sees
that they refuse to be ashamed,
they’re naming names,
they will be heard!
Let truth emerge!
~kat
A Minute Poem for Jane Dougherty’s A Month With Yeats: Day Twenty-Nine.
Today’s verse is from Yeats’ Poem, ‘No Second Troy’.
‘I would that the Boar without bristles had come from the West
And had rooted the sun and moon and stars out of the sky’
—W.B. Yeats
apocalypse
when the world ends
it won’t matter who was wrong, who was right
when the world ends
and nothing’s left to fight for, or defend
will bitterness darken our path to the light
when the world ends
~kat
A Rondelet* for Jane Dougherty’s ‘A Month With Yeats: Day Twenty-Eight’ Poetry Challenge inspired by Yeats’ poem, ‘He Mourns for the Change That Has Come Upon Him And His Beloved, And Longs For The End Of The World’.
*The Rondelet is a French form consisting of a single septet with two rhymes and one refrain: AbAabbA. The capital letters are the refrains, or repeats. The refrain is written in tetra-syllabic or dimeter and the other lines are twice as long – octasyllabic or tetrameter.
‘Once more the storm is howling, and half hid
Under this cradle-hood and coverlid
My child sleeps on.’
—W.B. Yeats
First Light
rememb’ring
when first I met you
deep dark eyes
sweet milk breath
a glimpse of eternity
bundled in bunting
~kat
A Shadorma (3/5/3/3/7/5) for Jane Dougherty’s A Month with Yeats: Day Twenty-Seven. Today’s quote, is the opening to Yeats’ lovely poem, “A Prayer for my Daughter’.
like mercury colliding... 