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The Dreadful Mermaid and A Slice of Orange Ocean

The Dreadful Mermaid

Sonnet

 

Shore densed slabs slick wet edged bricken shard

Stickleback shell cracks cut scratch bloodful turn

My feet wanting drips sweet red a mallard

he feathers flood lorn prints the sand auburn 

 

Heavy footed I walked all the way here

Set my meat down and subjugated sat

Dry cried awful faces a snot smeared leer

Nothing to say took in the oceans fear

 

Breathless water came over me drowning

dragged out asphixia water she bled she

parched tongue licking the jewels of her crowning

Hungry her horsemen kicked me and fed me

 

In solace I kissed my knees and their scales

I sang in low resonance. Kissing whales.

 

A Slice of Orange Ocean

sonnet

 

Packs of orange plastic blood baskets hung

careful placed with a drawing pin in faith.

The morning brings a teenage dried jellied Laing

Dead on sofa tired fighting his death wraith.

 

She stands by the fire her dreams done fighting

Her fingers trace the edge of knife pressing

the blood drop stains the blade flesh lighting

History Family gene pools lessing.

 

He speaks drawn like a whale come to drown

His sickness owed to she his life's mother

She takes a sphere made with juice to her brow

a slice of orange ocean in zest forms another

 

Quick release waters his dessicated mouth

 

we'll go to the beach will we tomorrow?

He smiles less for the sea than it's sorrow.

 

extra line just wrote itself :)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

◄ television. rerun. still on. still relevant. in case you missed it.

To be a fisher of men. ►

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Rachel Bond

Sat 28th Jul 2012 00:42

both of your comments are most gratefully welcomed. Isobel your picasso comment made my day, i love the comparison of two mindstates described through artist reference. i too have a more meaningful relationship with my mac than i do with anyones truncheon ;) xx

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Isobel

Fri 27th Jul 2012 23:26

It's a fair cop Stefan - I have a very deep and meaningful relationship wih my P.C. - and not a truncheon in sight :(

<Deleted User> (6895)

Fri 27th Jul 2012 22:41

I know you may apply a swift kick
ter me gonads for interjecting,but
I just could not resist
commenting in a jesticular way on
Isobels comment.....

She declares having a constable kind of brain?
is it,one wonders due to the fact
that she is always on top of the P.C.

Aythankyor!(before getting our coats.

ps-you will noticeI left mentioning
truncheon meat out of the equasion.

<Deleted User> (6895)

Fri 27th Jul 2012 22:06

100/10

Give yer a wad each for most lines.
the last one is priceless.

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Isobel

Fri 27th Jul 2012 10:15

If you were an artist, you'd be a Picasso :)

I find it hard following some of this because I have Constable kind of brain. There are some lovely images/ word combinations in it though.

'He smiles less for the sea than its sorrow'

I love that ending. x

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