Word of the Day Challenge#81-Untitled Poem

fuzzy dreams
sticky wet
eyes barely able to open
head pounding
what is all that banging
why is the bed all wet?
Memories prick
peering through muslin
mouth tacky
had something been in the wine
he had plied her with?
Struggle to sit upright
what is wrong
why so hard to move
limbs leaden
fear begins to burgeon
something was very wrong.
body burning as the lash lands
turning fear to ash
slip away
he will never notice
the blank stare.
His unseeing eyes meet hers
pull back
straight through the heart
all stare at her
sly smile on her face.
Wisdom is not always the way of the crone
mistress of darkness
feeder of damaged souls
knew danger to come
sacrifice virginal blood
tormented savage
to keep this world safe.
Β©Jan. 6/20
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Author: Jay-lyn Doerksen

I am a single hard working mom in her 40's. I have always written poetry and I love words. I live with depression and its ups downs. This is a space where I can create and write all that I need to.

15 thoughts on “Word of the Day Challenge#81-Untitled Poem”

  1. I have had a few people try to positivize me (positivize? I’m making that a word now, just long enough for me to kick it in the… anyway)…
    They do this when they think I am focusing on the dark and not on the hope. But sometimes, we find our best and most beautiful hope in dark places.
    I know I did.
    Now, however, I find myself in a place where people who pretend to be all smiles are sucking the me out of me… killing the hope that they pretend to be all about… and stealing the thing I learned to be in darker places.

    But when it comes down to it, these are our textures, nobody else’s.

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  2. The Boy often refers to the end of all that as the day Mum didn’t end up wearing orange! πŸ˜› x Don’t be sad, I loved your story, I saw myself there because you captured the real essence of the desperation of that situation. It is a rarity to find someone who writes with such depth of feeling and knowledge but also manages to convey that depth by what you don’t say, rather than what you do. The story you have written is told between the lines rather than on them. Brilliant! xxx β™₯


    1. Thank you so much. I am glad you are not wearing orange. Not sure if you are an english rose complexion but then for sure it would have not looked good. Not everyone can carry off that look.πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚ Thank you Gemma for your kind words. (Good thing I caught it-autocorrect changed your name to Gamma) I appreciate each and every comment from you. That I am making you feel and that you are catching the meaning behind makes me smile with delight. I only want to make my readers enjoy and wanting more if possible. πŸ˜πŸ˜˜πŸ’œ


      1. Nah, no English rose complexion going on here, I’m as dark as you are fair! Brown hair, brown eyes and a healthy complexion that while it suits orange, the body shape is not up to a jump suit full of it! πŸ˜› πŸ˜›

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      1. I can’t comment on your new post split second. You just described my life for 20 years. It almost ended the way your story did, and then he left of his own volition, just in the nick of time. xx β™₯ xx

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