Monday, April 13, 2015

A to Z Challenge Days 11-13 Letters K, L, and M



 In case you're just tuning in, for my #PADChallenge (Poem A Day Challenge) which is also a part of the #AtoZBlogChallenge. I am taking one line of text from T.S. Eliot's The Wasteland and using that line for the day that corresponds with today's letter, in alphabetical order. I missed a few days (having visitors here from out of town) which was the letters K,L,and M. So here it is. 


H)    Kings and Keys
I wondered when he would come back.
I went for a walk, maybe to look for him
(But I told myself I wasn’t).
And ended up at the ocean,
Because I’m a selkie
Washed up on the shore.
Whose kingdom is this.
Who is he,
He could be anyone. 
A changeling like me,
Skin hidden away or lost somewhere.

I)       London Bridge is Falling Down.
I cross my arms over my heart
As if that could block you out.
Sugar pink roses
The Thames before breakfast
I have a new way of looking at everything
Now
Something different inside me, changing.
London is my heart and its maps
Above-and-below-
Is all my arteries.
Walking down an alleyway
Where once Queen Elizabeth, the witch
Claimed asylum,
Or where the Ripper claimed his victims
What’s underneath? Let’s
Peel back the layers. 
Something wanted me to follow him down
Maybe that rabbit
But when I got there it was only
A toy with gears inside.
It’s like searching for the lost little bear
In the Hundred Acre Wood.
London is full of nursery rhymes
Its very streets are paved with
Stories.

J)       Memory and desire, stirred
I wanted to understand
Even if its means I have to die
Or change
Into someone else. Will I have to?
Again?
You have my heart
And I want it back
You’re not careful with fragile things.
You called me by her name,
And I stared at you until you started to look away.  
There are worse things
I have what I need
Sherbet sunrises and mimosa sunsets
A night sky with a million crushed diamonds
Everything but you.
It’s like someone died
And I’ve been in mourning all this time.
Dinner: casseroles, frozen vegetables, noodles
And reality TV for desert.
Online all the time.
Is that so bad?
Recognizing myself from a memory
I don’t remember creating.
A girl from another life.
Who had I once been?
Warrior or wife?
The dreams are so intense its like living
Another life.
Hot smell of blood in the dust
Can someone tell me where they’re from?
I see myself outside myself, when
I’m sleeping.What the difference between
Memory and dream?
I find beauty inside desire which unfolds
Unfurls slowly like a flower or a
Mermaid’s tail.
 

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