How about a blast from my not-so-graceful past?
These poems are from decades ago. They're angsty af. Angry. Hurt.
I still like them. They echo moments in my life where I took the time to think and decide to change course.
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Jester
You have (almost) always
Spoken kind words,
My king.
Forever gracious,
However true.
Your jester,
I dance for your amusement.
I smile as I bend to the whip,
Naked and vulnerable,
Though I wish to scream...
To take you by the crown,
Down...
Smashing the royal jewels
On the walls,
Like a priceless painting
Thrown into
A bonfire.
Sweater
You weren't dressed.
Standing in the doorway,
Hiding her in the basement.
Did you say
Stay?
I left.
Now I take my turn.
Wading through whispers,
To Master.
You tell me “Trust.
“Kiss me.”
Mortal Kombat ringing
In my head.
My sweater,
Warm, fuzzy, blue,
Flung to the cluttered floor.
Your laundry is stumbled
On the carpet.
Last weeks' underwear touches
My sleeve.
Prickly beard tears at
My flesh,
Lips trespassing
My fear.
Distracted.
Knocking tears you from
Your guilt.
She waits,
Standing in the doorway.
An animal, I obey,
Shivering in the basement darkness,
Clutching my warm,
Safe sweater.
My heel crushes last weeks' underwear.
I will cower in darkness no longer.
Original writing by Katrina Ariel.
So... There are a couple of my misadventures for your poetic pleasure. Mistakes of the past make us stronger, right? I'm going with that. ;)
Thanks for reading.
