Ink in Thirds does a fun visual prompt challenge every Thursday, called Three Line Thursday. Some of you might really enjoy it. You can check out this weeks prompt here.
I never wrote love poems, not about the good parts of love anyway, until I met my husband, Joe. Perhaps I had never really been in love before him, or perhaps I didn’t know what real love was supposed to feel like and look like. What I do know, is that my life and my heart have not been the same since I first met him, almost 10 years ago.
This month is his birthday month, my personal favorite month of the year because it is about celebrating him, so it is perfect that today my poem, “Unwavering” came out in Foxglove Journal.
My June contribution to Visual Verse is up! If you would like to read it with the image, you can go here. There are some incredible pieces already, including a beautiful poem from fellow writer, blogger and RPer ( technically Ushers Syndrome, which is RP with hearing loss), Carrie Ann Golden.
Perfection has no Sound
You are carved from wax,
youth preserved in a gilded shell,
voice torn from your throat.
Your face is a sculpted fantasy,
glamour painted into your eyes,
rage pinned to the roof of your mouth,
trapped behind shellacked lips.
Your image is puzzled together,
hand stitched bits of plastic
that stick to your ribs and
keep you motionless under hot lights.
You are re-created under the
precision of a steel blade,
your undesirable bits left like
scraps in a hazardous waste bucket.
You trade in your identity and buy
yourself expertly crafted slices of beauty,
searching for a place in the spotlight,
but you begin to melt and realize
perfection has no sound.
©Susan Richardson 2018
It is that time of the month – Ekphrastic Challenge time!!!
The lead poems from VV are wonderful. Here is the first, from Julia Webb, to get you inspired. Remember, these VV poems are written in 1 hour or less.
by Julia Webb
Time she says is like an old tin box
you drag it down from the attic
but nothing in there makes sense.
You are sitting in a garden café
in the middle of a wood,
watching chickens in a makeshift run
scratching around in the dust.
The day is so hot you feel like a waxwork
that’s been left out in the sun,
like you are wearing someone else’s skin.
There’s a thunder fly floating in your tea
and a film of sweat on the rubbery cheddar
inside your ploughman’s sandwich.
Her lips keep moving but you’ve stopped
listening, you wonder what it would feel
like to be made entirely of cheese.
My contribution to the May Visual Verse challenge.
I Belonged to You
You called me a waif, admonishing me for running
the streets in bare feet, soles blackened by soot.
With tender hands and a smile that edged away
the undertow of frustration, you washed the blood
from my stubbed toes and bandaged the
wounds of a stalwart and reckless childhood.
Your rage burned out of control for the other kids,
but I was the child of your new skin, the heart
that learned its rhythm from the pulse of the sea.
I had his face, but I belonged to you.
It was you who taught me the comforts of sadness,
my tiny hands covered in the despair of your tears.
You strapped me to your chest and climbed
out of a life steeped in secrecy, into a decade of
feminist rallies, and learning how to roar,
but the weight of your sorrow had stained us both.
You hit me once, when I was six years old and I hit back.
We sat at the bottom of the steps together and cried.
Although I had resigned myself to walking away from Rattle for a while, as it has become clear that the editor isn’t crazy about my poetry, I can’t deny that the image for this month’s Ekphrastic Challenge is lovely and, I think, will be incredibly inspiring for a lot of people. Check it out and see if you get inspired. You have the month to write a poem in response. Happy writing!!!!!