Be A Good Girl

Here, I need you to arm this for me,
I know I’ve been crying on the phone all night with my lover,
Telling him how I hate my life,
Myself,
My marriage.
How I just want to end it all, here and now,
It would be so easy.
Except…I don’t know how to do it, dear daughter.
Daddy’s away now, and you’re the only one who knows how.
There’s something outside, I promise, I heard it, I just need to protect us.
So we’re safe.
You and your little brother, sleeping downstairs.
You heard me wrong before, please don’t tell anyone,
Just help me here, get this thing set up right,
I know Daddy taught you well.
It will all be over in a minute…I promise…
be a good girl, won’t you?

©Y.E.S 2014

Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt was to write a poem in the voice of a member of your family. I decided to go deep.

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Midnight Adventures

While contemplating the use of triangular nutmeg,
I donned my Peruvian hat and set sail in my woody canoebubble.
During my travels I discovered a Lazarus Jewell box as I was climbing the false cup and saucer.
Lying upon my leather donax and gazing up at the incised moon,
I thought the heavy bonnet looked rather fetching upon the strawberry top of the snout otter clam.

©Y.E.S 2014

Daughter

She skips perfectly along the gravel drive,
This beautiful spark of purity and life.
A true and full smile that radiates everywhere,
Not a hint of any worry or strife.

A perfect mess of loud colour and bold confidence,
This gentle piece of me finding her own sense,
In a time and place that seems too big,
It’s her moment without pretence.

©Y.E.S 2014

Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt was to try writing a ruba’i, or a rubaiyat.

Always Sorry

My eyesight fails with the receding light,
Night falls and I tremble in the aftermath.
You always say you’re sorry,
(You’re only sorry you’ve been caught.)
Restless, I sleep awake, the new day dawns,
Sun breaks the horizon and I see black.
I always say I’m sorry,
(I’m only sorry you’ve been caught.)
We speak of how we’re sorry,
(We’re only sorry that we’re not.)

©Y.E.S 2014

Utopia

We know that the Earth is flat;
there is a man in the moon,
with the dog and the spoon
and I live with the Cheshire Cat.

I once sprouted wings and I flew,
the clocks all now run backwards,
(this is really quite standard)
and fairy dust comes only in blue.

I rule the land from my rusty tin can, held together by early morn’s dew.

©Y.E.S 2014

Composed following today’s NaPoWriMo prompt to write a ten line poem, each line being a lie. Quite fun!

Day Fourteen – Questions

What the hell were you thinking?
What could have possibly possessed you?
Do you think you’re infallible? Invincible? Immune to consequence?
What makes you believe this is OK?
Are you so deluded you’ve convinced yourself you’re above being human?
Over which underworld gate do you preside, exactly?
Or are you so high up on that horse of yours that you’ve forgotten whence you came?
Do you have any conscience?
Do you feel remorse? Pain? Anything?
Of course you don’t, you were never really there.

©Y.E.S 2014

The Depraved

Depravity typically has many branches.
For most, being depraved is like being surrounded by a layer of bark.
Roots branch and spread out widely; they serve to anchor the depraved and extract energy.
Above, branches divide into smaller branches and capture energy for the depraved, allowing their growth.

©Y.E.S 2014

Using the NaPoWriMo prompt for day twelve, I selected the tangible word tree and replaced it with the intangible word depravity and used a few sentences from Wikipedia which I doctored up a bit to help with flow.