Dark Sisters Three

In keeping with the month of October the dark ladies of my mind are rising up. 
They call to me awake and asleep. 
Every time I sit down to write they come running bickering about who gets the call.
There are three for sure this poem can attest.
Where they are going?
Anyone’s guess.
 
Beveled glass
distorted view
old man
men
grey
look in
around table
dames do seat
axes
swords
crossbows
litter round table
maps
torn asunder
raucous laughter
shudder
tears at souls
cold
shredded
gummed vows
pluck 
plink
each tooth
a tortured mate.
Liveried 
genitals on display
rotted
destroyed
smirks
toll paid
sin laved
silver coin scattered
archbishop 
soon to deliver feast
upon knees
to wenches kind
saviours 
releasors
of slathered slaves
anointed 
jaundiced wine
made to drink
revenge
retribution
chuckle at this mate.
Warned.
No lie.
Curse told true:
Every time
woman
child
upon this land
harmed by thee
forthcoming
three shall be.
Rent
shred
tender flesh
sorry 
old man’s sorcery
no test.
 
©Oct. 12/20
Picture via Pinterest

We done good…..

Yesterday I went over to the ex’s so he could check over the car and see what needed to be done before winter.
Like my transmission.
Which needs a flushing.
Included in the car check was dinner with him and Tember.
Well Tember and I ate and the ex had some drinks.
It was not as hard as I thought sitting there with him talking as he drank.
 
It took us a long time but the ex and I are friends.
Yesterday after he looked over the car the three of us sat in the shop chatting.
The ex and I chatted and Tember had a little input here and there.
As always. 
Our topics included property tax, divorce and how we should proceed. 
Discovered the previous rush had to do with the now ex-girlfriend who wanted to get married.
Turns out the ex didn’t.
Also they are looking at building in two years. 
Ex has a really good plan for himself.
And to be honest I am really proud of how far he has come in the last five years.
He even made a comment about how the split between the two was amicable neither had cheated.
I took it in stride. 
He was not being mean to me.
He was stating a fact.
And I understood he was not casting stones at me. 
We are passed that.
 
Our conversation segued into him telling me how at work on Sunday’s he checks the weekly obits.
And some of his friends are dying.
Which when you consider he is only 49 top age of a previous friend who passed away 51. 
Kinda scary when you think about it.
The ex is doing well with his weight and controls his diabetes with exercise and diet.
Last night he said that he might quit drinking in the future but not now.
We were discussing my nearly 90 days sober and he wanted to know what precipitated my desire to quit.
 
Discovering that his fly was down the ex asks:
Why did you not tell me my fly was down?
Me: Well I didn’t notice. (Not looking there so hello…..)
 
Tember at this time looks at the two of us and announces: 
If this is what an adult is about…..sitting and talking about death and taxes. And loans. And building houses. And divorce. That is just boring. I do not want to be an adult.
 
Worried your child is growing up to quickly the above is a detailed explanation of how to send them running back to childhood.
 
Was telling the ex how when I look at Tember I see so much of him in our son that I did not realize how many features we shared until I had taken a different picture of us. 
Showed it to him and he is looking at my eyes. 
I had still been drinking at that time. 
Tember is getting all embarrassed.
 
Me: He is not all that bad other than sometimes words come out of his mouth before his brain catches up.
Ex: That he gets from me. Oooops did I say that?
Me: And the eye rolling. 
Ex: That he got from you.
Me: He does it a lot. See?
Tember wails: I am not doing it on purpose.
Ex and I bellow with laughter and Tember is looking all hurt.
Me: Buddy no we are not laughing at you. We are laughing because your dad has literally heard those exact same words come out of my mouth.
 
Genetics have a funny way of showing up.
 
Lastly Tember begins his ‘mom you shrank’ dance and I told him off.
Stop with the growing.
My runners are flat little canvas shoes no rubber.
He is wearing hiking boots.
Standing on the top part of the curve on the slope of the shop entrance. 
No determination was made.
Tember did say he did a ‘test’ on the computer and he is going to be 6’2″ according to that.
Which lead to a height aligning with his dad.
As you can see in all three pictures which I snapped one right after another they have the same expressions on their faces.
And yes I did ask the ex for permission before I posted his picture here.

 

Have a magnificent Monday loves.
I am having a lazy holiday Monday.
 
©Oct. 12/20
Pictures are my own