A Stinker of a Time

If you’ve read me for more than a season, then you already know that my springs tend to be full of T.S. Eliot and The Waste Land. Who can resist inspiration like: “That corpse you planted last year in your garden / Has it begun to sprout? Will it bloom this year?”

“A Stinker of a Time”

I learned the trade from Primavera the Fisher.

“Spring can’t stand botched up winter jobs,” Primavera said, the first morning she took me to the docks. “She always floats their mistakes to the surface. It’s a stinker of a time for us, even when their rot comes carrying gifts.”

Before I could ask what she meant, Primavera speared a severed hand that had been bobbing for sunlight. Its pinky finger wore a huge ruby ring.

“They’ll never be good at winter jobs, if they can’t keep a corpse from blooming in spring.”

In winter, it’s best to bury or burn.

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a wee note…
– Linked to Friday Fictioneers. Visit Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ blog, to join the writing bloom. Then follow this LINK, to read what others have fished out of the docks.

photo by Fatima Fakier Deria

Has It Begun to Sprout? – Dark Poetry for the Cruellest Month, 2016 (Day 1)

The title of this event was birthed out of a line from my favorite bit of The Waste Land, by T.S. Eliot. It feels right to start Dark Poetry for the Cruellest Month, 2016, by sprouting poems inspired by some of the lines I love most from Eliot’s work.

Today’s Prompt – write a new poem that contains 1 of the following 9 lines:

April is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.

“That corpse you planted last year in your garden,
Has it begun to sprout? Will it bloom this year?
Or has the sudden frost disturbed its bed?
Oh keep the Dog far hence, that’s friend to men,
Or with his nails he’ll dig it up again!”

Link Instructions – Leave the direct link to your poem as a comment in the following format: “A Dark-Scape of Living Poesy” – http://magalyguerrero.com/a-dark-scape-of-living-poesy/

Please visit other Dark Poetry for the Cruellest Month participants, this might encourage them to visit you *cough, cough, cough*. I can’t wait to read what everyone sprouts out of Eliot’s yum!

Dark Poetry for the Cruellest Month, 2016