In contaminated bins
The sitting money bought us
time together
Cut in thirds across an empty carpet
Out of Love
She said goodbye
To blame or scorn or sin
A borrowed bread
broken by shame
For needs that were both
unseen yet hidden
Frigid heir
And invisible descendants baring a name known only too well
You must be well fed
You must be well bread
Your assumption indicates that you’ve not paid
Attention
Standing only in the entrails of a pheasant shot by her father
Dead peasant tax, they call it
Fluming plumes, parade down Social Street
Dancing for your amusement
The ones who’ve nothing to eat
What’s in their fridge you ask?
Orange bricks stamped Govn’ment Cheese
Does my head count?
Father hallowed be thy name, one God under which we sit, stand, beg
What’s in their fridge, you ask?
Frozen oil assets attesting to their greed and needs beyond comprehension, apology, sin or kin
You call ourself family yet let your self in
A brown papered stranger, name scrawled across masking tape
I declare me
Dominion over basic needs
You have none
That I can see.
Decades after D’Angelos
The angels she herd and saw
Decades after gutting grouse, fish, flesh and fowl
She
Sauntered down the black tarred road
And said
I leave this Lot
I tread ahead
To graze in pastures of purity greens
He plowed the way for me
He plowed the way for me
And stocked my frigid air
With breathing space
Infinitely
~
Tonight’s prompt comes from a delightful invitation by D’Versed: What’s in Your Fridge. I couldn’t resist. Seeing as how I’m in a hotel room equipped only with my phone, linking is tricky but you can find the lovely poet laureates hereChilling Out | dVerse https://dversepoets.com/2017/10/10/chilling-out/ doing their thang. Thank God for poetry!
I think it’s time for tea now. xo-e
I’m glad you didn’t resist. I loved the play on words. Makes me read it couple of times. :):)
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It’s a whole party in there Margaret. He paved the way. All we gotta do is walk it. 💚
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Yes, yes and do our hest to stay on the path 🙂 I’m like a puppy sometimes. Wandering around, sniffing, zig zagging back and forth.
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I liked these two lines: “Your assumption indicates that you’ve not paid
Attention” Assumptions sometimes do that.
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Thanks Frank.
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I really love this poem.
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Thanks Robbie.
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Ah! thought so! I wondered at the few comments to this – you didn’t link up to Mr Linky! I loved ‘my frigid air ,,,’
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Thanks 🙂 yeah writing and linking on the phone are beyond my skills haha. Loved the prompt though!
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