Other, Poetry by Sarah

Blind Eye


Image credit Gerald Larocque

detached
lonely, spaces
drifting, slurring, blaming
quietly turning a blind eye
divorce


By Sarah ©2017

Author’s note: This is my first attempt at a Cinquain poem.


Prompt: Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge, #55 – quiet and space; and also Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Photo Challenge #185

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Free Verse, Poetry by Sarah

Lift 

Caught in the struggle.
I hold no power in this web.
Creating a swirling storm,
My mind has become a mystery;
Keeping me on the fringe of sanity.
I’m starting to list.
My star is fading.
       Oh, to take 
                 charge on this
                                lonely road.

When will it lift?
Please lift.  (Sigh)

By Sarah ©2017


Prompt: The Sunday Whirl, Wordle #320
Words: struggle, power, fringe, mystery, list, star, swirl, road, storm, sigh, lift, charge

Poetry by Sarah, Tanka

Il Colosseo 

Surrounded by crowds,
valiant gladiators
fight until the death.

All that remains, a whisper;
ancient Roman history.

By Sarah ©2017



Image credit By Sarah ©2017

Author’s note: ‘Il Colosseo’ is the Italian name for the Colosseum (or Coliseum). It is also known as the Flavian Amphitheatre and is an oval amphitheatre in the centre of the city of Rome, Italy. Built of concrete and sand, it is the largest amphitheatre ever built. It is situated just east of the Roman Forum.

Prompt: Ramblings Of A Writer, Weekly Tanka Prompt Challenge, Week 64 – surrounded and history

Free Verse, Month Of Mini Writing Challenges 2017, Poetry by Sarah

Crossroads

I cannot rest when the moon is full,
its wintery presence keeps me wakeful.

Playful shadows dance across the wall,
Illuminated by pale ghostly light on this,
All Hallows’ eve.

Despite locked door, I quake in my bed,
Shivering, hoping, I’ve remembered the chain.

Is it real or faux fear that chases me this night?
I brace myself for the unknown darkness.

Drawing deep within the covers, I create a pen around myself, 
A distant bell dings, worming into my sanctuary, calling my name.

My conscience rebels because at the bottom of all this,
is just a crossroads between madness and truth.

By Sarah ©2017


Prompt: The Sunday Whirl, Wordle 318;


Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, First Line Friday – September 29th 2017; and also, Sammi Cox, A Month Of Mini Writing Challenges, Day 30 – final challenge!
Task: Write a spooky poem in 13 lines for Halloween.

Haiku, Month Of Mini Writing Challenges 2017, Poetry by Sarah

Criminal Heart

The sweet scent of you
lingers; clinging to my skin
as your fingers did.

A crime of passion.
Forbidden love can ne’er be.
I push you away.

Broken in pieces,
before my eyes, and I curse
my criminal heart.

By Sarah ©2017


Prompt: Ronovan Writes, Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt, Challenge #168 – sweet and scent; and also, Sammi Cox, A Month Of Mini Writing Challenges, Day 27
Task: The prompt is “crime”. The length and format are your choice.

Free Verse, Month Of Mini Writing Challenges 2017, Poetry by Sarah

Rejuvenation

The pain is exquisite.
Flesh opens as sharp metal slices;
Tearing through tough exteriors, 
revealing spongy insides.
Tears splash earth below.
As bounty is snatched and plucked.
Left; bare and exposed
With a promise – 
                             After pruning, comes rejuvenation.
Always.

By Sarah ©2017




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Prompt: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Sunday Writing Prompt #221, September 24, 2017 – The pain is exquisite; and also, Sammi Cox, A Month Of Mini Writing Challenges, Day 26
Task: Write a poem on the theme of “rejuvenation” in less than 10 lines.

Month Of Mini Writing Challenges 2017, Other, Poetry by Sarah

Summer’s Coming

Golden
glow warms
my pale skin.
What’s this alien feeling?
Sunshine.

By Sarah ©2017


Image credit By Sarah ©2017


Prompt: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Saturday Mix, Lucky Dip – 23 September 2017;  and Sammi Cox, A Month Of Mini Writing Challenges, Day 23
Task: Write a poem about an alien. Any length.

Haibun, Month Of Mini Writing Challenges 2017, Poetry by Sarah

Amaltheia

Prompt: Sammi Cox, A Month Of Mini Writing Challenges, Day 20
Task: Write a poem in under 20 lines inspired by a myth, legend or fairy tale.

By Sarah


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The warm honey glow of the late afternoon sun, was a contrast to the prickling cool of the mountain air on her skin. She climbed to her vantage point, high above the valleys. The ‘T-tree’ had been formed one night when Zeus’ lightning bolt had cleaved it in two – destroying the wine-red leaves of Autumn. The remaining limbs had sagged and sighed their defeat, for it was Winter now and the cornucopia were full for the cold months ahead. It was from here she loved to watch over the world below. The mountain goats were drawn here also and she liked to imagine it was because they were summoned by her power; taking their place beside her in the stars.

nourishing earth’s child
Amaltheia; Capricorn;
goat goddess endures.


By Sarah ©2017

Author’s note: In Greek mythology, Amaltheia is the she-goat Goddess who nourished Zeus as an…

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Haibun, Poetry by Sarah

The Larrikin


Image credit By Sarah ©2017

Unexpectedly you fly in. A true Aussie larrikin*, bursting into the party. Your costume for the festivities is brown and white, peppered with accessories of brilliant blue. You want to be seen, but not necessarily stand out. Your watchful gaze misses nothing; hawk-like eyes alert and piercing, scanning the room. You may be waiting for a friend. Or maybe, you are the friend they are waiting for. Suddenly you throw back your head and a peel of laughter erupts. A chuckling, joyful sound that makes us stop in our tracks, turn and see what is so funny. But before you can answer, you leave as suddenly as you arrived, already looking for the next party to crash.

majestic bird perched
on branch, you witness the world
gifting us your song

By Sarah ©2017


* larrikin (Australian/NZ slang) – a person with apparent disregard for convention; a maverick.

Author’s note: The Laughing Kookaburra is instantly recognisable in both plumage and voice. It is generally off-white below, faintly barred with dark brown, and brown on the back and wings. The tail is more rufous, broadly barred with black. There is a conspicuous dark brown eye-stripe through the face. It is one of the larger members of the kingfisher family and is native to Australia. They are used to interacting with humans and some can be quite tame.

Source: Birds in backyards

Prompt: Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge, #51 – gift and song

Free Verse, Poetry by Sarah, Scribblings by Sarah

My Anxious Brain

My anxious brain plagues me.
Sucking joy from life.
No words of logic can pacify
When it goes off tap and
Swings into panic mode.

There it goes –
The ‘tub-thump’ of my heart.
A spray of adrenalin.
My stomach drops to my knees.
The abject, soul-plummeting terror
Of ruminating thoughts consume me.

I am paralysed with fear.

Oh yes.

Anxiety is a spry being;
Just waiting for opportunity
To take hold once more.

But oh, I wish it would forget.
I wish that it had no memory,
In my being.
I wish to be free from its grasp.

Imagine what that would be like…

By Sarah ©2017

Prompt: The Sunday Whirl, Wordle #317, Words: forget, tap, sucks, swings, spray, plague, imagine, tub, word, no, thump, spry

Free Verse, Month Of Mini Writing Challenges 2017, Poetry by Sarah

Echo

In the beginning my heart was brave.
She asked “Is there anyone out there who will
love me ’til the end?”

An echo replied, “I will love you for a little while,
But I cannot promise eternity
.”

Eventually, when my heart was cleaved in two.
She asked, “Will anyone love me,
when I am so  broken?”

The echo replied, “Nay.”

My heart realised that first,
she must love herself.
She put out the call, one last time.
“Is there anyone who will love me,
Just as I am?

This time, the echo, 
Was an echo of her own words.
At last! My heart had found you.

And we both realised,
We had been looking 
For each other all along.

By Sarah ©2017


Dedicated to my husband Darrell, on this, our fourth wedding anniversary.

Prompt: Sammi Cox, A Month Of Mini Writing Challenges, Day 16; Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Saturday Mix, Opposing Forces – 16 September 2017
Task: Write a poem on the theme of “echo”. Any length.

Free Verse, Poetry by Sarah

No Tea Today

“Well, I didn’t want tea anyway.” 

and no, I don’t, want you to stay.

Please, will you just go away!

Leave me to wallow in my way.

(That’s what I do, when my mood is grey)

It’s best to keep yourself at bay,

Lest that I should make you pay.

Well-meaning helpers make good prey;

A target at which to aim my spray!

The best of intentions cannot sway,

What heaviness upon my shoulders weigh.

Instead, I’ll  wait for sunshine’s ray,

To lead this present bleakness astray.

But for now…Come what may.

By Sarah ©2017

Prompt: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, First Line Friday – September 15th 2017