she blew in on rotten air
her eyes dark and bitter green
her lips the shade of plum…cresting a wave of lies
a virtual shroud dressing the whore of insecurity
and yes when I peered close I could see a smaller version of myself mirrored there
a poor child
yet in her case the ageing did not produce any smooth rose
but instead vinegar
and like broken branches
losing their way in a flourishing tree
she struggled grey and sharp
growling and gnawing at my children
her magic was ugly and took the long route….
her dirty paws tucked in their wet beds,
and poked at an abscess of miscommunication that grew in one little boys jaw
she led the way for dead mothers and zombies,
filing proudly past dreamcatchers….
tiny confused fingers waved, clawing at my throat, pulling at my feet,
a weak goodbye, off to the house of horrors,
yes it had nice curtains.
~
We watched with eyes as deep as lakes as she drove an axe through the tender trunk of Joey’s tree,
her jealousy shrill that there be a memory there of me.
Joey lives in my heart I said and the little ones trusted.
It is true.
We relied on love, you see, nurtured concepts of forgiveness.
We spoke of people having sadness like a fishing sinker, hanging from their heart
creating weight that deranges the mind
and causes strange and painful words to swing,
words that have the power to nestle in and fester
and we persevered with love , the only thing we really knew….
in the face of her shaking anxiety and awkward tyre slitting rage
until HE began to notice a pounding, swelling hepatitis,
and realised he was using her to kill himself
to distort his own aged and dogeared pain.
To give him credit then,
he didn’t linger much longer….
shearing through woody tangle
to extricate himself from the fever of her wailing sex.
Evil stepmothers belong only in fairy tales
they are not real
they do not exist…..not anymore
like tiny screeching demons that lift you by the hair
we faced her
and killed her
with LOVE
What an intriguing poem to go along with this drawing…I am still pondering the two of them…as always your creativity is amazing.
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Thankyou, based on a true story this one.
The image is called ‘climbing in climbing out’
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I love it, I love it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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thankyou for your beautiful enthusiasm X
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Wonderful work. The first line is a killer; had me hooked right there.
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Thanks Bill, I appreciate it 🙂
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Simply wonderful 🙂
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thankyou so much x
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i found this piece to be the most intriguing one i have read this morning – in a long time really. for reasons I really cannot place into words, but please know that I found it very thought provoking. You are a lovely writer.
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Thankyou for the complimentary comment… its a very sincere piece of writing maybe that is part of why it resonated
i really appreciate your thoughts thanks again
happiness
Arna
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