Word of the Day Challenge #80-Untitled Poem

Stare in the mirror
bedecked
beribboned
sacrificial lamb to the slaughter
service to family
to country
not for love.
Smile bright
let no one see the fear
already dreading this night…..
the next few years.
Cowardice lay the nunnery
death for family
derth of friends
stand
do ones duty
this is a must
there is no escape.
Born for this…..
Bred for this…..
look not forlorn
look not askew
a kindness of ravens
autumn’s bare branches alit
harbinger of someone’s death.
Giggling
snorting
dirty puns
saucy peek-a-boo
for the wedding night.
Stripped
laced into bed
knife beneath her pillow.
They thought she had hit the jackpot.
They thought he was the answer to their prayers…..
right they were
not the way they thought
having no idea of the plot
roll the dice
pawn to king
move with dignity.
Bow to partner
curtsy to foe
first step has been made
only she knew the rules
knew the truth
knew how the game was to be played.
©Jan. 5 2020
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Sacrifice I must

This cannot be real.
this cannot be true 
allow me to awaken
from this nightmare.
Pull in close
lock the door
bar the windows
love lives here no more.
Not even willing
not even a chance
that I am willing
to allow myself to live
to allow myself to love
pain
too much to take
burned one too many times.
She blew in during the night
sashaying
hips swaying
lust first filled my veins
I opened the door to let her in.
Talk
talk
talk
I could listen to her forever
her hopes
her dreams
her needs
her desires
suddenly…..
There was…..
there is no turning back.
She has wormed her way under my skin
becoming an oasis
a warm shelter
that I crave
even as I push her away.
This cannot be real.
This cannot be true.
Even as I watch her walk away
I feel her pain.
She walks on
with nary a glance back
so I see not her tears.
She shall never know
my heart rended
I know this is what I must do.
For her.
 
©Nov. 26/19
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Winter’s Veracity

Fall surrenders
bowing before the King of Winter
death all around
covered in greying snow
crossroads deep with grief
at all the bodies laying there.
Creep along
tinkle of icicles as they break
hit the glass
out he walks
you had better run
before he finds ye.
Words spoken in mistake
call forth an evil
deep from Winter’s fold
he comes
he dances
he is waiting for his true love.
Skin porcelain white
lips
carmine
move through the street
sacrifice
given to end the siege.
Move
each step crackles beneath
breath fogs the air
single tear falls from deadened eyes.
Head bowed
on your knees
hoping he will come close
look into your eyes
see the hate
the determination
to be the end of all girls fate.
Mocking laughter
piercing
grating
look up at the man afore
terror
all dressed in white
bleeding into the snow.
‘Come sweet child
allow me to explore
mayhap you shall be the one
to sate all my desires.’
Lips crease in practiced grimace
standing hands behind your back
waiting
he believes tied you are
never knowing
never dreaming
this was to be the end.
Hands reach out
skeletal
blue frozen fingers
entwined in your hair
pulling back
bending your neck to see.
Your disgust
barely hidden
allows him to draw close.
Putrid breath
ripe with death
within his maw
he shall try to dispense
his hellish ideals of pleasure.
Bending close
smelling rose
eyes closed
leaning down for a kiss
never seeing the burning in your eyes
only feeling
dark searing pain
as you stab in his side.
Covered in blood
in visceral goo
throw your head back
howling with rage
a frisson of dismay
as you realize the truth.
Tis not death that kills the Winter.
Tis not the kiss of a maiden.
Tis the death of knowledge.
Tis not the man.
Tis not the woman.
Tis the curse…..
that afflicts us all.

©Oct. 6/19
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Cherish

Blinded.
I lost myself
my truth
allowing you to encompass
swallow me whole
until the end
chewed up
spit out
bewildered at the sudden death.
I forgot who I was.
Thought I had been yearning for you
truth is though
I yearn for what was perceived….
I loved you once.
I thought you were my final stopping place. 
I thought I had finally found home.
A dream
poor little princess
needs to be saved 
needs a knight to make her whole. 
The idea of you
the potential
the man I know is inside of you
tears gather
falling
forever saddened you shall never see
never know him.
Sweet poison lips
I shall miss.
Lies
sugar coated darts
I remember my worth.
I am a Queen.
Sacrifice myself no more
I remember now 
how to roar.
©June 21/19
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Untitled Poem #11

Shattered light.
Broken rainbows.
Hollow dreams.
Built upon a landscape
grey
bitter
derelict
dry earth
cracked
parched 
for precipitation.
A single tear drop
lands upon broken head
bent 
ashamed
marooned within the barren lands.
Will blood shed
not in times of war
not in times of peace
but in times of necessity
will the land accept a sacrifice?
Docile
led by the collar
dead eyes stare without.
Not a person.
Not a child.
A non-being. 
Spoils of war
of domination 
taken as beast of burden 
about to die as such.
First stone 
brings it to its knees
shuttered eyes
glaze with…..
fire and fury.
Second stone
scores against its tiny shoulder
no more can it be contained……
Righteous rage
she stands upright
no longer a child
a woman 
staff in hand 
light haloed around
ready to battle all.
Royal in nature 
in all of life.
Roaring
her voice filled their minds
their senses
while still making these animals 
lean forward to hear her words.
‘Gaia I am.
Protector of earth
protector of animal
protector of all in need of shelter.
I am taking back my home
taking back my life
taking back the good
whilst I eliminate the bad.’
Boom
pressure in each mind
as each eye was blown open
as each fear
horror
pain had been inflicted
now returned a hundredfold.
Third eye 
blinded 
now awakened 
horror 
abject fear 
no turning from eons of pain.
History pinwheels
ice ages thaw 
apes to men
to villiages 
to the pinnacle 
ending in the giant boom
mushroom flare
ash falling
skin burning……
furrows dug 
flesh stipped from face
eyes bleeding
pierced so as not to see…..
history continues
looping
replayig
always the same outcome.
‘This is the last time.
No more will I be content
to let you destroy my lands
my oceans
my earth.’
Wailing 
on their knees
to grovel
to plead
for forgiveness
for leniency.
Glaring down
intricate dance 
love
hate
redemption.
Turning 
walking away
a path forming at her feet.
Behind 
swathe of green
startling against the brown dust.
Time will tell
history will show
mankind cannot be trusted.
Each time
the world comes to end
on the fallacy
of infant men.
 
December 17/18
Photo by Simon Matzinger on Unsplash

Sacrifice

Each one dressed with virginal care

snow white robes gleam

headdresses that fall

covering their faces.

Each one dressed in blackened hues

suits of ore

top hats cocked

spats all aligned.

Blushing brides

arranged in a row

seeing not the men before them.

Blindfolds are tightened

and hands are bound

girlish giggles stutter through the air

as each prepares for their mate.

The men stand a pace apart

guns raised.

One by one 

they are shot down

life eradicated 

in a ceremony of blood.

High upon the dais

the Jester holds court

squalid and evil

sacrifice made

so he can rule forever more.

***Picture found last year on Internet***