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Wednesday, October 22, 2014

The Portal of Fitheal

Autumn Celestial Elf ~ John Anster Fitzgerald

Beware of stepping
through the portal of Fitheal
where nightmares dance
on dead eyes and fairies
gather lies to decorate
damnation’s tree for
The Feast of Revelation.

It is on All Hollow’s Eve
Mendacity don’s her
whisper veil to trick
tongues to spill secrets.

If you bear the hoodwink’s mark,
don’t venture out when the moon
is tinted with blood smoke,
or your screams will be added
to the flames of the liars’ sacrifice.

©Susie Clevenger 2014
(Notes: Fitheal means sprite or goblin in Irish and Mendacity means deception)
Grapeling at Real Toads gave us this list of words as inspiration for our ghost stores:
fairy, portal, sacrifice, feast, smoke, winter, slaughter, spirit, veil, ritual, trick, disguise

Monday, October 20, 2014

The Curse On My Tongue

A curse rests on my tongue,
eager to be sent…
eager to find its target.

I war with my conscience
about playing nice….
Forgiveness is a virtue,
but he muddied the sandlot
in the darkest hour of breath.

I want to rattle every skeleton
in his closet until the truth
spills across his doorstep.

Sticks and stones aptly thrown
will tumble his house of cards.

©Susie Clevenger 2014

Ah Halloween....'Tis the season of darkness.....

Sunday, October 5, 2014

A Forty Watt Moon

I hear photographs speak,
brush my teeth with thoughts,
and walk barefoot through
the alphabet under a forty watt moon.

Surrounded by poets on bookshelves,
I ink verses until “finished” releases me
from wide awake dreams.

Attempting to snake charm sleep
with yawns, I cap my pen
and surrender to daylight
winking on the horizon.

©Susie Clevenger 2014

Friday, October 3, 2014

My Resting Place

Bury me in Mother Earth’s womb
where sun is carried in water
droplets, and tomorrow
lies untouched by human error.

Wrap me in a shroud of hope
and send my spirit to walk the scars
of her pitted cheeks to apply
the oil of remorse to destruction’s brow.

Blend my dust with rebirth.
Let it be the soil where change
can grow deep roots to stop the flooding
destruction of man-made destiny.

©Susie Clevenger 2014

Hannah, at Real Toads, prompted us to write from the inspiration of Son Doong Cave in Vietnam. It is an amazing, beautiful place. In this video it shows a forest growing inside the cave. I was moved to write about my pain of how we have harmed our planet and the hope somehow we can stop the tide of destruction poised to consume life. Transforming Friday With Mother Nature's Wonders  

Thursday, October 2, 2014

Dear October

Dear October,

Did Shakespeare simply
ignore you or did he fear
his words could not
adequately speak of the beauty
of your candle flamed leaves
dancing with the wind?

Your glory hangs upon cinnamon limbs
prodding even the daylight star to question
eternity about the bard’s silence.

Perhaps it was Shakespeare’s intent
to have us pen our own October sonnet
while you quietly lay autumn upon his grave.

©Susie Clevenger 2014

At Real Toads Mama Zen prompted us to use personify October
 in 53 words or less. Forgive me Mama Zen for being more wordy.

Sunday, September 28, 2014

Refill Enthusiasm's Cup

You speak of your advanced years as if the creases earned by endless smiles could erase beauty. You are the wish your hope once hung on the northern star when faith chased dreams without fear. Whenever life took the narrow path of black and white you knew a yellow brick road lay beyond the monochrome.

Refill enthusiasm’s cup and drink the joy of being an ageless spirit in a culture obsessed with chasing youth. Wisdom is the silver in your hair; the lessons learned shining boldly in blue eyes, your words that heal. You are the today someone needs to guide them into their tomorrow.

©Susie Clevenger 2014

This was inspired by a revisit to Kerry's Wednesday Challenge, November 16, 2011, Prose Poetry.

Margaret's Play It Again Toads, #9

Wednesday, September 24, 2014

Legally Aimed

I took a pledge for gun sense
and became a target.
People don’t like you messing with
their second amendment.

It didn’t matter another life
was taken by a legally owned aim.
I’m a bitch messing with the right to defend.

Yes, I support gun sense.
This isn’t some "do gooder" trying
to take the steel from your palm.

I am a woman who has lived the trauma
of seeing bad things happen to good people,
the agony you preface with unfortunately
then follow with your vow of no compromise.

Is it just unfortunate that my phone rang with someone
bearing the news a young woman I had known since
she was a child was shot and killed by an ex-husband?

Is it just unfortunate to have held a young woman
in my arms who was crying from the terror of being raped
by a boyfriend while he held a gun to her head?

No, I won’t keep quiet because it rocks the family boat,
has me twitter bombed or Facebook jabbed.
I am too grieved by the horror feeding on my silence.

©Susie Clevenger 2014

This is written from the inspiration of Alicia Keys' poem P.O.W. (prisoner of words.