carry at hip

how

 

to wipe away the stain

that spreads like a

poisoned tattoo

 

inked inside

this cracked collective skin

insiduous and disease like

 

which wraps itself about all

like cloaked doom

weighing our lifetime’s blink

 

this trajectory of soul

arcing to pointless

as dumb gets dumber

 

patience all hallowed

eve’s daughters arise

and kill the (k)night

 

– Submission for Hedgewitch’s Friday 55 and for OLN at dVerse

23 thoughts on “carry at hip

  1. hedgewitch says:

    The title made me think of the way women carry a child, as well as the way some carry a gun–this is an excellent prism for the current time, the current angst, where the poison is almost everywhere. I’m glad you found something in the article–sometimes misery needs company, and it’s good company here. Thanks for playing with us, Paul, and have a kickass weekend.

    • paul scribbles says:

      Interestingly when I was thinking of titling the piece ‘Patriarchy’ I threw the word into an anagram maker and thought this worked really well. The article resonated deeply. In a funk does not even begin to describe it. I’m writing but hanging on by my fingernails.

  2. Charley says:

    Okay, either I’m confused (and what possibility could there be of that?) or this has undertones of a political bent. Besides that, it reads with a nicely nuanced cadence. I read it three times, if that tells you something, and will probably visit it again before the home bar closes for the evening. Good one, Paul!

  3. kim881 says:

    The title reminded me too of carrying a child. A dark poem, Paul, with that ‘poisoned tattoo inked inside… insidious and disease like’. The language is so heavy reading it is like being pulled downwards, especially in the line ‘weighing our lifetime’s blink’.

  4. alisonhankinson says:

    I followed the links and read the article and I think I get why we still feel stunned so it must be even worse for those living it every day, like as if everything we fought for has been destroyed almost overnight. So it is dark. Perhaps you are right though, we still have to walk forward and bring back what compassion and sense and even anger and anguish-or who are we- the hollow men. This is the way the world ends.

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