Bubbles and Bones

I need to stay away from things like “Shakespeare in Spray Paint and Other Literary Graffiti”. You see, I rarely publish two posts on the same day; my laziness doesn’t care for it. Besides, I didn’t want you to miss my previous post, where I said that I had a delicious exchange with Sherry, and that you can read the interview on Poets United.

But… I was flying by dVerse… and De said she wanted a quadrille with bubbles! No one can truly expect me to resist bubbles… or Poe painted on a wall wearing a ridiculously angry hat. So here is the poem I shouldn’t have written. It has bubbles in it. 😀

“Bubbles and Bones”

Poe shall play with bubbles
nevermore. His heart is deep in
the game of bones, cats, eyeballs,
and perhaps a cousin’s teeth.

I like to write cousins with teeth
in them… I love bubbles,
bones, eyeballs, and Poe
to play in the dark with.

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Poeborrowed from “Shakespeare in Spray Paint and Other Literary Graffiti

Blood, Cackles and Bones

She sprouted, bloodied to the teeth;

cackled through life, growing
grins in opened eyes thought barren.

She lives in bones
danced to mirth-filled ashes,
eternal.

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Margaret wants us to Play It Again. I’ve said yes… via Words Count with Mama Zen. She asks for poetry, in twenty-five words or fewer, which focuses on “an image that a writer returns to time after time. It’s part art, part personal mythology, and part creative shorthand. It’s a thing, a sound, an angle of light; it’s anything that a writer imbues with a greater meaning than it would ordinarily have and adopts as a signature symbol… What’s your power image? What sort of symbols do you find yourself returning to again and again? Show us…”

for the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads

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