Doris

Dimpled Doris
Smiled a smile,
That said
She'd spent a little while,
Up where
The fairies like to fly.
And
Who's to say
That that's a lie?

The Spider God

So, after a fantastical adventure down a different, if somewhat familiar, trouser leg of time, I am pleased to say that my good friend The Green Flare has returned. Enigmatic as always the tale I was told of the strange time that befell them will thrill me for days to come!

I celebration of their return the Green Flare has written the entry for today.

SPIDER GOD

Godhead sat in dingy lair.

Uncomfortable on a liars chair,

Flicking poison everywhere.

Whilst crazy vapors filled the air.

All it saw in others good,

It spat upon; just like it would.

It's web of insecurities

Brought all before it to their knees.

Twisting thoughts and taking tongues,

Tainting air within their lungs.

It turned the world upon its head

And messed with it till it was dead.

And then it sat and moped and cried,

Regretting those it'd caused to die.   

"I'll resurrect you, make you shine

Just how I'd like, so you'll be mine.

Think like me. 

Dance for me.

Do everything, 

Do all for me.

And then I'll let you breathe, you'll see."

Poison all who come within,

Then smugly scratch your mottled skin.

Let your silent signal traps begin,

And beckon other spiders in.

Dark spider god its flock dispersed,

Must seek new flies to do its worst.

But I with truthful, shining pin

Can pierce its bloated abdomen.

Stir the ichor, acidic brew.

And curse it roundly for all its done to you.

Fury

Fury carves unsightly flavours within childhoods fingers.

Crawling, scented offal drying.

Belligerent cowardice: 

He withered in the flash light.

Fury moved blistering forearm,

Fix scalpel-sharp no-never-no-never-no to your mouth.

Fury scraped all the dead into his name.

Dry me onto your beauty.

Fury presses, down-through-up-into.

I see your rancid seduction. 

Only angels wear blue.

Fury smiles through stainless teeth.

Chatter me, chatter me, chatter, chatter.

Fury loved me.

Loves me.

Loved you.

Leaves you.

I am childhood scented, dead beauty, chattering cowardice.

I am.... Never your Fury.

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Sew...

So, I find it hard to write at the moment. Probably got something to do with having my fingers stuck together. Metaphorically speaking. Normal service will be resumed shortly.

Height

I looked up.

Raised my head up high.

Saw our sentinels

Standing tall,

Towering above me.

Back I ran

To my burrow.

Protected.

Head Cold

I have a cold

I cannot breathe

These germs have got it in for me.

My nose is raw

My eyes are wet

Just how much snottier can I get?

My skin's all shivery,

Cold? No, hot,

With shakey bones I've got the lot!

So all I want to do is sleep

To stop my head from hurting,

And take these plugs of tissue out

Without that snot a squirting!

Wickedy Witch

She sewed a stitch that raggedy witch

A snick-snicky stitch from a wickedy witch

With fingers ridged from hours of toil

So hard such work, so sad to spoil.

The child, she’d tied, removed her eyes:

(If only she had learnt to lie

When brothers asked her if she knew

Where witches lived, or what they did

To a child with such eyes of blue.)

A twist, a turn, a needle snip

The spell it grew and grew

‘Til all at once the scissors snapped

And the thread and knots held true

She smiled a smile that wickedy witch

That boiled the brothers blood

Who left their sister there, alone

And fled, their yellow blood! That curdled

As they ran and ran

To chase the sight away

Of sister left as marionette

For a wicked witch to play.

Spike

I must go down to the sea again,
The wonderful sea and sky,
I lost my socks and vest down there,
I wonder if they're dry?

Love it.

Camping

A camping weekend!
What a joy, what great fun!
With good friends in the country
Outside in the sun.

We've a tent, and guitars,
And those things that you need,
To at least have a snack
And make hot cups of tea.

That first evening was lovely
With great company
And a fire, beer and singing
The sky was rain free.

But calamity stalked us,
The weather closed in
So we all said goodnight
As the rain settled in.

But our tent was a haven,
We'd be dry, we'd be warm.
We were wronger than wrong
In the face of that storm.

As the canvas flapped
A pole broke free, and water trickled in,
But we couldn't hear it seeping
In the howling, rainy din.

Everything we had was soaking wet
Our bedding, clothes and food
As we paddled to the exit
We were not in cheery mood.

But hot tea revived our spirits
And we packed up and drove home
Our poor tent now in the local tip
And never more we'll roam!

Mary,

I pricked my finger

And the blood blossomed

As a flower

Round my pale skin.

Ivory stained burgundy.

Beware the princess.

She bears a needle

Sharper than loss.

Precious

Petals.

Dragon

I dreamt a dragon.

Drew him,

But my drawing wasn't close

To capturing

His beauty,

Rather hiding it the most.

But still,

I drew my dragon,

And I know that he'll survive.

I know 'cause he's my dragon,

And

By the devil in his eye!!

And then...

At first I thought I couldn't,

And then I thought I could,

But never sure I shouldn't,

I wasn't sure I should.

It wasn't that I wouldn't,

It's probable I would,

Anything that you shouldn't do

Is bound to turn out good.

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Angels Carrying Weapons

Simply Gorgeous

I gotta get me one of these....and the corset would be lovely too!

The Game

Don’t you say it again,

I can taste your disdain,

I am more than your words,

Really! STOP, cease, refrain.

Your new game's just the same,

Only now there’s no pain,

Not my rules, not your creature;

Not my rules, not my game.

In my heart what remains?

No more burning of shame.

Now the thing that defines me

That dull roar, that RAGE.

So go choke on your words,

I won't hear them again,

Not my rules. Not your creature,

Not my pain, NOT MY GAME.

My New Baby

I love her.

Looking good for nearly 30 and plays like a dream.

Thanks Dad!