Poetic Justice

Good Universe Next Door 

It was her engagement party

Not her first

She thought it had taken

a lot of courage to say

yes a second time

His and her friends were milling

about,  drinks and snacks in hand

The talking reminding her of

a cockatiel convention 

Her girlfriend’s husband patted

her finance on the back saying,

loud enough for all to hear,

“Congrats man, wouldn’t be my

 choice but I’ll bet she’ll be great once

you get past the used part”

There was a noticeable moment of quiet

She felt struck, overwhelmed,  ashamed, 

angry,

What right had he to be so crude and in

front of all their friends too

Bastard

She touched his arm, smiled and 

addressed the room in general,

“Don’t pay him any mind, he’s just jealous

‘cause he’s erectile dysfunctional,

Aren’t you honey”

The group broke out in raucous laughter,

Retaliation was hers

Why did she feel

so crummy?

Ellecee

Inspiration from

Good Universe Next Door

6. Poetic Justice

 Start a poem with someone

 (maybe even you) saying the

 wrong thing (maybe even a terrible

thing) and let the draft deliver some 

kind of poetic justice… even if it’s 

imaginary. 

Let the poem carry intense emotion, 

like rage or shame.

So Be It

You play the clown
without joy or passion
you create this 
tall, sullen, melancholic man
to stand between us
Words don’t reach you
as if a void exists
instead of this monster
you’ve created for
your own
pitiful
indulgence

Does your helmet deflect 
my words as well?
Do you need armour
to approach me?

So be it
I walk away
and leave you
alone
with your
abject
 miseries


Ellecee

Inspired by

imaginary garden with real toads - Sci Fi movie posters

and

Skywriting - Sullen

Remnant

"One can live without having survived." Carolyn Forche

Supplicating among them

unobserved

wallowing on concrete

who will see her

anyone?

Hunger eats the heart out

thirst fogs the brain

life a remnant

Scorn drips from 

a hundred feet

shod in ignorance

Apathetic to pain

she drifts out

and away

leaving them behind

Ellecee

Inspired by today's prompt from

imaginary garden with real toads

for

For Solace

For solace

I stand before

this sculpture

and I see myself

mute

My eyes, nose and ears

blown away

ripped away

by you

and your demonic needs

unmet

Made to feel nothing

but inadequate

I survive

I will survive

I will speak

someday

for now I am

a muted mouth

your

remains

"ellecee"

Imaginary Garden with Real Toads
Today Karin has provided us with
some of her own very interesting photos to act
as a prompt for our poems. 

Day 16

WHO

Who?

Who?

Was it you?

I want to pound

the earth

I scream

Was it you?

What was it?

What did you do?

Cause doubt?

Steal a life?

Cause a fault

in the fabric

that is me?

An intense

secret

pleasure

for you

A loss

forever

for me.

"ellecee"

Escape

There is nothing like a double vodka,

or a toke, or a pinch of coke,

to smooth out the jagged edge

To bring to mind the phantom friends

(again)

to make them mellow, all amends,

sins forgiven, every one

There is nothing like a double vodka,

or a toke, or a pinch of coke,

to make the scalpel keen

so that when it cuts her flesh

(again)

she never feels the wound

"ellecee"