Sister Dearest

We do not hold hands.

 

These days,

Hugging is a concept you reserve

For first days home from uni

And the occasions

Where you simply wish to weird me out.

 

It is amusing,

That despite having three years on you,

I must reach up

And stand on my toes,

To level my head with yours.

 

My bigger, little sister.

 

Those days where we were called twins

Are long gone.

Much to the relief of us both,

And now we are compared more to our parents,

How I have taken Dad’s eyes,

And you are a Swinnerton without doubt.

 

These days,

Hugging is a concept that your reserve from me.

 

But the facts of the matters remain.

When you claim dominion over this world

And all possible others-

 

I’ll still get to annoy you without fear of losing my head.

Pandering To My Dislike Of You

Punching you in the throat is,

perhaps,

predominate in,

pushing away all those other thoughts that

play at high speed acrobatics in my head, and

pre-determine the welcome you will receive

post-opening your mouth.

 

 

This is Day Three for NaPoWrimo, and I decided that I was going to write a fixed form poem and that I was going to write a Pleiades.

At Sea

I will stand at the edge of the docks,

With neon green hair

And a fist-full of jokes,

So that my features are always alight with laughter.

I will pass hand over hand,

Strain my shoulders

And throw my back into pulling

you

to me.

Do not compare me to a summer’s day,

Or the fragility of spring blossom,

I will not wither if you snatch me from my roots

I can set down new ones…

I can wrap myself as ivy strands,

Plug the cracks in you

And hide each flaw

So they are mine alone to admire.

I will stand at the edge of the docks,

With neon green hair

And a fist-full of jokes,

So that my features are always alight with laughter.

Hold out my fingers for you to grip,

And not complain

When my arms are filled with souvenirs

To which each will be labeled a memory

That is mine to hear

But never truly know.

My Attempt at December Form Challenge

In December I thought I might attempt the December Form Challenge. Unfortunately I only managed to complete three poems for the month, due mainly to a title wave of university assignment. So for anyone who is interested. Here are my three fixed formed poems all the way from December.

Lost in Wishing

I took my dream and threw it down the well,
Where I had tossed coins and wishes for you,
Poured my hope in the silence as it fell…
When I once thought that fairy tales were true.

I wanted silver knights on proud horses,
Godmothers, white mice and pumpkin coaches…
But then you wanted to fight the dragon,
And what was our future became fiction.

(A Rispetto)

Make Me Mistress of Lies and Goddess of Chaos

My brightly burning ice giant; god of fire,
My silver tongued lie-smith with weighted whispers—
Will you still love me on Ragnarök’s byre?
When your children wage war on their elders?

For the nine realms will be nothing but chaos,
And each will sit back to watch the destruction
For none shall be able to forestall this loss,
Or find another world to which they can run.

If you say yes; that you will adore me yet…
Should I trust those lips which kiss me sweetly?
That weave such beautiful tricks, traps and nets
To trip and catch the Æsir and their army.

Tell me, if it should be my breath leaves first,
Should you take another into our bed?
Or should you deem this world to be accursed,
And wait for the fates to cut immortal thread.

(A Canzone)

Another Failure I’ll Add to The List

Your magnificent masterpiece leaned to the left.
Framed and fixed, we never noticed until we stepped away.
You bulged blue, swore saffron and screamed at the help-
As if it were their faulted frame leaning lopsided!
I think I said something, maybe made mock;
My taunting tongue always for an attack on you…
So we both swore saffron, but only you bulged blue.

(An Allitersien)

So those were my three poems that I managed to write for the December Form Challenge in 2012. For anyone interested in seeing the list of forms and the prompts, here is a link: http://kiwi-damnation.deviantart.com/art/DFC-2012-Form-Chart-339762217

As always, please leave a comment if you have one since I love to hear what people think of my work. Thank you for reading and have a lovely day!

Questions?

What do you see that I cannot?
Some purity within this old rot?
But why should it encompass me –
When it is not what I can see?
And what deserves attention so –
When it drags far from life’s full flow?
Should I be here both blind and mute?
Would a parchment skin better suit?
For I see darkness in your light,
Have no true faith in greater might,
And where once I could find your eyes…
I see that now but glass resides.