Who Needs a Skull to Party Hard?

This is my contribution to Write Me a Birthday Dirge – Dark Poetry for the Cruellest Month, 2016 (Day 2 of 13). Yes, a birthday dirge… because dead Vikings shouldn’t have all the fun.

“Who Needs a Skull to Party Hard?”

Clad all gloom and inhibition
in moon dark and sunny mirth,
and join my living and my dead
in this remembrance of my birth.

Part of Gina Morley broomed in late
(She lost her head in Emerald Isle);
but who needs a skull to party hard,
when one has cackles and witchy style?

There will be a feast of mango, caramel
and cake (prepared by my little brother),
all friends craving brains or raw meat
are quite welcome to have each other.

Post-feasting, we shall stroll to the woods—
change not your shoes, we aren’t going far!
I just want to end my birth-jam naturally,
with howling and dancing in a graveyard.

And there’s no need for extravagant gifts,
(no hammers or axes) don’t you splurge.
All I want on my thirty-ninth spring
is a dark and delicious birthday dirge.

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Process Note: this is my first birthday dirge. And I laughed so hard while crafting it, that I suspect I will write myself a few more as the Wheel of the Year turns and turns and turns… I wanted to point out that no friend was decapitated during the birthing of this dirge… yet. 😉

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link to the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, Tuesday Platform

Secret Garden, by Shelle KennedySecret Garden”, by Shelle Kennedy
(this is Shelle’s entry for Day 1… and, mayhap, the happiest-looking skull I’ve ever seen)

63 thoughts on “Who Needs a Skull to Party Hard?

  1. And a dirge you shall have in the morn, wee lass (my Vikings were obviously Gaelic), when I’ll feast on brains with caramel! (Eee gats! Thanks for putting that in my brain. Lol!) It’s officially after midnight, so happy birthday!

    • Nothing like something terribly ghoulish to have in the brain right before bed, lol!

      My birthday is not until tomorrow, but I’ve been known to accept birthday wishes all month long (and way into May). 😀

      Thank you, Mary Ann!

  2. I just want to end my birth-jam naturally,
    with howling and dancing in a graveyard.

    Oh I love this image 😀
    Beautifully done.

    Lots of love,
    Sanaa

  3. You see this month as cruel
    For your own wits do duel
    You feel the sands of time
    As you write line after line
    But without these years
    You’d have missed the cheers
    So in your honor I will try
    for friends and loves close by
    To humor and guffaw
    A limerick to inspire and awe

    ————–
    There is a dark queen who cackles
    Her words do raise the hackles
    But hidden down deep
    I know it does sleep
    The smile to release my shackles
    ————-

  4. What a great dedication to self and dear brother is the loveliest host of treats. I probably will be vegetarian in the afterlife too so no cannibalism for me l.o.l. I ate cake with my coffee as I composed you Birthday wish, got the party started early! I truly do wish for you that all the wishes you make on your candles come true, and may I add you don’t look a day over 30 ( must be that potent witchy magic you posses.

    The Gift of Wishes http://gypsyspiritrising.blogspot.com/2016/04/the-gift-of-wishes.html

  5. Such vivid images, I can clearly see you “howling and dancing in a graveyard”.
    I certainly feel the fun in your dirge:). May you continue the fun as you celebrate your birthday dear darling Magaly. Wishing you all things good on your birthday and always…xx

  6. “all friends craving brains or raw meat
    are quite welcome to have each other.”

    Laughing out loud!!!!

    Love your delightful dirge… and Shelle’s skull-tastic art!

    And Happy Birthday in 4 hours!! ❤ ❤ ❤ xo

    • You always have to be quite careful with zombie friends. You give them a finger and they take your arm, leg, brain… Best to make things clear from the very beginning. 😀

      Thank you. I think I’ll welcome 39 with some ice cream. We aren’t doing the actual celebration until the weekend (and the rest of the month… you know how we celebrate birthdays around here), but ice cream must be had!

  7. Oh yes! Line up the merry cadavers, pulling off their fingerbones to beat on the cemetery gates in celebration. Have you ever tried singing “Happy Birthday” in a minor key? It dances quite trippingly … What a hoot Magaly, happy maggot 39th.

  8. “all friends craving brains or raw meat
    are quite welcome to have each other.”

    Oh damsel whose writ in stanzas sure
    You giveth to us this mirth so pure
    For ’tis much better to laugh in versing
    O’er that leaves one naught but cursing

    Woman that was the grin I needed this morning. Thou art gifted!

  9. I smiled and cackled all the way through too, in sheer enjoyment. I feel the need to somehow celebrate your existence on the planet myself, so delicious is your writing, such a delight to enjoy. Have a wonderful time and let forth a howl or three for Wild Woman while you’re at it, kiddo. 39. I remember 39………….I truly arrived as Wild Woman at age 40 and with each decade have become more disreputable. It has been so much fun.

    • I wish, I wish, I wish… that as the years come, the witchy woman within gets wilder and more disreputable. The alternative is quite dull… and dull and I have no respect for each other.

      P. S. I sooo loved the poem you shared a The Garden. The bones sang to me. ♥

  10. Happy Birthday, Magaly. I like your dirge and I just came from Sanaa’s. Hers wasn’t melancholy at all, in very bright, flowers and all.
    BTW, did you know that the statue of Napoleon’s Wife, the Empress Josephine Statue in La Savane Park, in Martinique was beheaded in the 1990’s? Your poem reminded me.
    ..

    • Thank you, Jim. I like Sanaa’s, too. She brings the sun into the dark. 🙂

      I had heard of the beheading, but I didn’t know it had happened in Martinique. I must read about it. Thank you for telling me.

  11. “Clad all gloom and inhibition” … Man, is THAT a bad outfit!

    I love “broomed” as a verb.

    “who needs a skull to party hard,
    when one has cackles and witchy style?” … Who, indeed? 🙂

    “There will be a feast of mango, caramel
    and cake” … Okay, girlfriend. Now you’ve got my attention! Not the cake, but the mango and caramel. YUM.

    “all friends craving brains” … Okay, now I really want to come to your party. 🙂

    “I just want to end my birth-jam naturally,
    with howling and dancing in a graveyard.” … You are so cool.

    Happy birthday week, you beautiful, sexy thing!

  12. “all friends craving brains or raw meat
    are quite welcome to have each other.”

    Well, I think they will be happy with the veggie tray after all 🙂

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