Shadow Of May – Thursday Update – ‘Hibiscus Moon’

Back this week with another piece! I’ve been a little under the weather (mostly due to my POTS acting up), but I’m on the mend now. I’ve been at odds with sleep, so here’s a poem dedicated to that.

‘Hibiscus Moon’

Let me tell you about these
Hibiscus dreams I receive every night.
They are the acceptance I give every
Time I sleep – falling into the nothingness,
Tare-like void of a tired out existence.

These hibiscus dreams,
A sweet and sour sugar mix
Of thick, dark, red tea pumping
Through the lines of my consciousness
Like the blood in my slowing heart
As I drift into the fall.

Life is exhausting and I accpet
That I will be awake for most of it.

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Shadow of May – ‘Hard Sleep’

Today starts the first day that I am honestly attempting to post a weekly piece. Let’s see how long it lasts. This months poems will be jumping off questions from HillBilly Oracle’s May Tarot Challenge. I picking to publish pieces that come out half way decent. I hope you all enjoy!

‘Hard Sleep’

Find me another tree to hang from.
I am tired and want to sleep.
It has been a long road, my work
Almost complete – much more that I
Ever expected of me.

There’s good times ahead, so I promised myself
A big tree to make my bed between it’s leaves.
Night has fallen and I felt an ease on the breeze,
I found wine in the petals of daisies and dandelions
I stole orange honey from sleeping bees.

I drank to die, I drank to dream,
I drank and yet sleep eluded me
So I found myself hanging in a tree I stared
Sleepily out among the chattering woods.
I worked too hard to die in dreams.

 

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NaPoWriMo – Day Thirty – ‘Just In With King James’

For the final day of National Poetry Writing Month we were given the prompt to write a poem about a strange and fascinating fact. I’m here to bring you a little bit of trivia about King James and how the King James Bible was funded.
(Btw, George is George Villers, 1st Duke of Buckingham)

 

‘Just In With King James’

This, just in, King James
Finds it ironic and horrifying
That a lot of people love
His Bible for all the bashing
It can do.

It was reported that
He turned in bed to his lover
In heaven and passed the phone
With the article pulled up about
Westboro Baptists lastest picket praising.

“Nobody knows their history these days,
He was said to comment,
“Christ had a John, and I have my George,
And the church got a lump sum to translate
A new bible to keep them out of my new bed.”

 

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NaPoWriMo – Day Twenty-Nine – ‘Midnight Mirror, Mirror’

The prompt for day Twenty-Nine was to pick a poem from the Plath Poetry Project’s calendar and write something based on that poem. I’m not a huge fan of Plath, to be honest, but they have some wonderful prompts based on her poetry. In the end I chose APRIL 19, 1962: “ELM”. It included three prompts which I tried to weave together and use as a whole – Write a poem embracing whatever burning ambitions you cannot suppress, write about a beautiful thing you suffer, and write an iamb three times in a row and then write to it as an ending. Here is the result,  I hope you all enjoy your day!

 

‘Midnight Mirror, Mirror’

I looked into the mirror last night,
If only I hadn’t looked-
I mean, I didn’t like what I saw.

It showed me some sugar and spice,
But it was cayenne, basal, garlic, and chives
Mixed into honey – a concoction I don’t want, and
I doubt you want it too.
I saw my eyes, black or brown, a color
More like a shade of half and half in coffee

At midnight, except there’s not quite enough
Half and half to make it decent, and the sugar, well,
Is that questionably spiced honey.

It was the mirror, mirror staring at me
Staring at me questioning the bones where muscles
Had every right to be, and the fingers in my ribs and scars-

I was trying to find dreams in my heart beat.
It was a long night going morning, no sleep, too hot,
The dog was crying outside my door, and I heard

I heard the ice cream truck stop outside,
Music trying to charm kittens close
At 2am, but I was looking in the mirror trying to

Find myself and what it is inside that rests so uneasily
Violent these nights.
I think I did, it was a imbalance of my ingredients.

Too much spice or sugar, I’m not sure,
But I was served with snips of eels, snails,
And some rattle snake tails, it soured my stomach.

It was a saucy combo for anyone.
Mirror, mirror, if only I could’ve looked away.
To only, to only, to only look away.

 

 

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NaPoWriMo – Day Twenty-Eight – ‘From A Thunderous Lover’

Sorry for being a few days late! Over the next two days the final three poems for NaPoWriMo will be posted. I will be switching to a May Tarot Challenge after this, but only be posting every Thursday with a poem or two that I find are the best of the week. I’m trying to be more active on social media, specifically my twitter (which is just Pearl Lee Siddall…). However, I am an awkward human being and the only things I can think to post are not poetry or art related, but rather cute pictures of my housemates cat and dog..

Anyway. Day twenty-eight of NaPoWriMo had us writing a prose based postcard poem. Unfortunately, I have very little experience with prose so it was an experience to write. I think it turned out pretty okay, and I hope you all will agree.

 

‘From A Thunderous Lover’

I left home to go North and found myself in the South. The weather is unusually solid here, like the oak and hickory trees lining this little street. The houses are well spaced – feral cats are rare and feral dogs rarer, but speeding cars common enough not to walk up and down it in dreams. It’s sunny almost everyday, cool with all this sun’s heat. And forgive me, but I didn’t think I’d miss the thunderstorms and tornadoes back home. The limber trees whose branches and trunks bent in the wind. Wild, I’m so use to the wild in this this calm and idle world. The wind here is so quiet, my mind can’t help chasing after it trying to smell at least rain. Please, if you see some lightening kiss it for me before it has a chance to hit. I miss feeling electricity on my lips.

 
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NaPoWriMo – Day Twenty-Seven – ‘A Monday Day’

For day twenty-seven we were given the prompt to use the tarot as a jumping point for inspiration. I used my daily tarot card to write this one (I couldn’t pick a card at will, I’m too indecisive). My card was the 7 of Wands, a card meaning perseverance, defensiveness, and maintaining control.

 

‘A Monday Day’

It’s been rough, like all the stars aligned
All at once to say loudly and clearly
Fuck You.

It has been a Monday sort of week,
All the days are Mondays and
I work the weekend too-

So I’m drinking coffee for breakfast.
Coffee for lunch and dinner, coffee like it’s
A miracle food that will get me through.

One day it’s going to be another Monday,
The last, first, and only Monday in the week.
Until then I’m just doing what I’ve got to do.

 

 

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NaPoWriMo – Day Twenty-Six – ‘Cats and Coffee’

We were challenge to write a concrete poem involving all five senses for today!

 

‘Cats and Coffee’

I sat down to do some work this morning.
Coffee measured out and brewing, but then the cat came over
To suggest that maybe I don’t, he loudly meowed and declared.

He meowed, and meowed, and then yeowed
At my bedroom door, and when I held it open, finally,
He stared and stared inside, and stared a little more.

I went to shut as he took off down the hall, little paws
Tapping at the wooden floors. Officially closed and seated again
I heard taps returning until he stopped anew outside my door.

He meowed, and meowed, and then yeowed.
So I got up in defeat, and opened my door again.
This time he sped right on in and sat himself in my chair.

I picked him up and put him down in my lap,
His little paws digging into my thighs in defiance
As he watched my pen scratch back and forth – he planned war.

Like lighting his little paw shot out and smacked,
With patience I got up and he fell gracefully out of my lap.
I could smell and feel the sweet, black coffee thick on my tongue.
It’s early morning and my coffee is hot, fresh, and finally ready to pour.

 

 

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NaPoWriMo – Day Twenty-Five – ‘Warning Lable’

Prompt twenty-five asked us to write a warning label for ourselves in the form of a poem.

 

‘Warning Label’

I’m sitting here quietly,
But the warning label reads:

Very talkative, but half asleep.
Don’t give too much sugar, caffeine,
Expectations – it may break.
Handle with semi-care,
Not enough to be rude.
Yawns tumble out often,
On and off cursing,
Sometimes stuttering,
Frequent puns.

I’m sitting here with coffee and
The onslaught continues:

Don’t touch, it does bite,
And headbutts, and trips, and falls.
Has a tendency to run head first
Unsupervised and supervised into walls.
Doesn’t pay attention physically,
But sometimes will mentally..
Always will emotionally.
Likes to set fires. Likes to eat.
Likes to sleep, so don’t expect it up
At any reasonable hour.
And when it’s down, don’t expect it
In any form or mood for a week.
Volatile, but not explosive.

I’m sitting here reading, nodding,
And not really disagreeing.

 

 

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NaPoWriMo – Day Twenty-Four – ‘Rum For Your Funeral’

The twenty-fourth prompt was to write an elegy with a hopeful outlook! Technically, I wrote elegy with Among the Stars in Her Anger, but that doesn’t really have a very… uplifting ending. This one isn’t the brightest piece I’ve written by far, but it is for the same person. It is also a lot longer in than I’d originally planned.

‘Rum For Your Funeral’

It was all that coffee and sugar,
The shouting down the hall
About the local newspaper,
What Nancy upstairs was doing,
How the garden was coming along.

It was all those things and more,
The Elvis Presley chocolate, and
Thanksgiving turkey cooked too long,
It was your tin can of a car that you
Sped along in destination to destination.
Living life loud and fast.

But I heard, quietly with fact,
Everything went so smoothly
In an unexpected way on your big day.
It was cloudless, the weather ideal,
There was even a breeze in July.

The pictures were minimal, but perfect.
No one blinked or moved too quickly.
It was all very official and practiced and small.
There was not even enough people there
Who were expected to cry or make a scene.

But they’d heard you liked purple
And all flowers were equal in your eyes,
So the directer brought you a bouquet
With sweet peas and zinnias in thanks
For that oddly absent crowd.

I heard, much later, down the line,
That only two people made it other than you.
I wasn’t even told, no invite to flash and show,
Yet of the rest of the family and friends only two
Were well behaved enough to go, but maybe
That was an wild exaggeration in memory
Of the boisterous, unruly person you always were.

I took a shot of rum in my coffee for your funeral,
And quietly agreed it was lame, your final big day.
I remembered all your laughing like thunder,
The baked bread, diet Pepsi, food your doctor
Would swear something fierce if he saw you eating.

And, I remember the arguing and slammed doors.
The last time I saw you, all dressed up to a T
In the court as you took my side, backing me
Against family, because of what family can do.
You knew, you saw, you talked when they refused.
Why not let you make some drama on your way?
They may have let you die quietly, such a shame,
But now you lay loud in your grave.

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NaPoWriMo – Day Twenty-Three – ‘Something Wrong’

For the twenty-third day of NaPoWriMo the prompt was to write a poem based on am overheard phrase.

 

‘Something Wrong’

It’s never a good thing to overhear,
Not at home, not at work, definitely not
At the doctors when it’s just suppose to be
Another regular checkup, the them staring –

“There might be something wrong” is just
A little more honest than the occasional
I’m sorry, without the buts, just the apology
After something no one could have stopped.

“There might be something wrong…”
With what or whom, I don’t know. It’s vague,
It could be you, it could be me, but I heard it.
So probably me, sitting here drifting under water
Wondering if what I heard next was also for me.
“I wish I could be there for you.”

 

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