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.

Angst

 

She lay quietly listening

for the latch to open

Her anxiety mounting

as each hour passed

His steak was over cooked

Nothing one could change

He threw his plate

into the garbage

He pushed her aside

and left

Her relief was short-lived

He would be drinking,

his animosity building

All his small resentments

morphing into monumental

insults

worthy of retributive justice

She should take flight,

hide

but where?

A woman in a war zone

alone in the darkness

 of night

Ellecee

Day 25 - NaPoWriMo 2024

Prompt: to be a woman in a war zone 

From: TP_Poetry

Drone

Drone

(a person who does no useful work and lives off others

This is you

insinuating yourself

into her circle

Charm is your weapon

used to advantage

Insidious

Impudent to others

as you

confiscate her life

I see you

I recognize you

I will intercept you

Inevitably 

Ellecee

Day 2 NaPoWriMo 2024

Inspired by TP_Poetry

Enigmatic

Imagine me

  gamine

a tinge manic

anti-gaming

taming an iceman

in magic meaning

An enigma

I meant it

A magnetic man

acting the gnat

incaging me

an act

a game

I am a gamin

I ignite icemen 

I eat magi

I get mine

Amen


Ellecee

Inspired by
Kerry O’Connor
@skyloverpoetry
Kerri prompted us to write a poem
using words derived from the word
Enigmatic
All words in my poem were so derived

Voices

 I lie awake as

voices disappear

into the ether

Not a breath remains

only the memory

A dreadful torrent

of creeping insects

insidiously advancing

across my cerebral plane

I rise to rediscover anger

The dead corpses of past affairs

alter the flow of ink

from my reluctant pen

impelling evanescent magic

to live on parchment

Disinclined

to fade away

Ellecee

Inspired by

imaginary garden with real toads 

13 is Poetry - 13 words chosen from

Diane Setterfield’s The 13th Tale

To celebrate metaphor

(My words: disappear, lives, breath,memory,dreadful,rediscover)

(anger,alter,corpses,ink,magic,pass,away)

and

Skywriting - lie 

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

The End

I awoke bereft. Something or someone had died. I struggled to remember who or what it was. There was a breeze outside; the curtains were fan tailing into the room. Gently, all the way in, all the way back.  The house seemed very quiet, I heard none of the usual morning sounds. I didn’t want to remember. We had quarreled about something insignificant. I threw his precious paperweight and it had broken. It shattered before our eyes and we were shocked into silence. But not remorse. “take no prisoners” came into my mind. No turning back.

Rage accosts the soul

overwhelming the senses

as illusions fall

"ellecee"

Inspired by today's prompt fromimaginary garden with real toads