There is something about a Queen
that a king will never be
with gowns and jeweled crowns
sovereign tranquility in she
monach of dependability
regal and stern
in one last jubilee
now the son and grandson heirs
find solace in their grief
dVerse prompt to write an aphorism. Not sure if I did or not.
In Sunday School I learned about the big red apple of original sin in the garden. How Adam and Eve ate thereof. Caste out. Ashamed. Hid from God. What I didn’t learn— it was really a fig. They ate a few. Clothed themselves in fig leaf. Hid from God. Caste out. Separated from God. How Jesus went to the fig tree for food and finding none, he said, “May no one ever eat fruit from you again!” Explanation mark. A curse that lifted a curse. And the tree withered and died.
Jesus new Adam
the sin of man forgiven
reunite with God
NaPoWriMo Day 29 prompt on curses.
Julia’s kiss was soft and sweet
pale yet held up the sky
Judas’s kiss was forever wrought
betrayal and impending death
dVerse prompt to write a poem based on the name of a rose.
I can’t really say I loved him. Love does not come easy for me. He was my first kiss, a little bit of making out, kind words from his thin lips.
I went on to guard the pool, to save a life, my tanned olive skin a beacon for men. Then one day a man walked through the gate and I watched his choppy strokes across the water and married him.
We vowed to love art. To make art out of our lives. We traveled both locally and abroad but that huge painting on the Getty wall stays with me— Christ’s Entry into Brussels in 1889 by James Ensor.
When will He come?
NaPoWriMo Day 21 prompt— a person forgotten, a job taken, a memorable piece of art, an unanswerable question
Where downs meet sea—
I travel north—
west to the River Nidd
where old Mr Wainwright
showed me the plaque
of William Makepeace Thackeray
who was burned at the stake
dVerse prompt to write a quadrille using the word chalk.
Look at a man riding the donkey
Go with him saying Hosanna
He is the one waited for
Spread the palms at His feet
He has come to save
Sing songs of joy
Praise His name
NaPoWriMo prompt Day 9 to write a nonet. This is based on Zechariah 9:9.
Dark too early
add gloom of cloud covered night
hanging on to the day
with cold in hallways
feel the draft
time to tinsel the town
with flashing lights
in excelsis deo
dVerse prompt to write a quadrille using the word tinsel
When I got too haughty, my mother would say, “Who do you think you are? A Floradora girl?” I hardly knew the meaning of a Floradora girl but it was the tone of which she spoke it that made me pause my behavior. I knew she had a doll named Floradora. I didn’t know Floradora girls were also beautiful women who danced in a chorus line in the musical of the same name. Perhaps her mother had said the same to her when she displayed an air of arrogance.
It’s just me collecting words from memory to bring forth a future.
dVerse prompt on memory combined with writing my first American sentence.
My great grandfather
built his home in Southern Iowa
out back was a grove of ash trees
the people called the town Ash Grove
now gone from the map
I can still see the changing color
of leaves falling to the ground
dVerse quadrille prompt on the word ash