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.

A Parable

‘

 Ah, you have found me
Linger and listen
So few pass this way
and when they do
they don’t look up
and when they do
they don’t see
Wait, wait, I know you see
Linger and listen
Hearken to a parable
of me

I was a skilful hunter

ensconced in a tree blind,

a doe and her fawn

appearing below me

Although against many laws

secular and sacred

I took aim and shot

A great gust spun me ‘round

Momentarily mesmerized I

awaken

solidified

My head this bulbous bulb

My body to forever be

locked within this tree

Pity me

Ellecee

Inspired by

imaginary garden with real toads - Tree Mythology
and
Skywriting - Parable

Tears Laid Waste

The A L'Arora, a form created by Laura Lamarca consists of eight lined stanzas. The rhyme scheme is a, b, c, d, e, f, g, f with no syllable count per line and the minimum length for the poem is 4 stanzas with no maximum length stipulation

Decades ago in the full bloom of youth

she gave birth to a child

a son, brown eyed and fair

melancholy by nature

He needed something more

a different kind of care

Not understanding she

was filled with despair

They were alone in the world

and she struggled to provide

the rent for their roof, the money for care

But he wanted her, no the kindly other.

She held him tightly

whenever she could

but this compromise she offered

came to no good

His father had means and much more

She begged him to help her

She feared for their son

He offered a solution with considerable craft

A stay-at-home aunt

willing to play her part

and welcome this toddler

with his broken heart

She forbade tears, angst and fears

when the decision had to be made

The father arrived with a missile in hand

she must sign away contact or no deal

"They" thought her resolute

they thought "beyond caring"

Not one understood

the remorse she was bearing

Each year on his birthday, she searched in vain

Her children called this her obsession

they grew weary of her quest

So she made it in hiding, to no avail.

How could he disappear

never to be found

Lost in the mists

like a ship run aground

After six decades of searching

came a DNA swath, it

presented a granddaughter, the offspring

of her son long lost

He wanted no part of this mother long gone

no upset to a life lived without her at hand

This, she, with true sorrow,

could well understand

Ellecee

Inspired by

imaginary garden with real toads - The A L'Arora form

and

Skywriting - Craft