Scipione (Gino Bonichi)
False face
worn with pride
buried in powders and creams
Whimsical laugh
scared by smoke
a bitter sound to my ears
Fabricated soul
sewn together
with vanity and lies and stories.
Jovita
Are you flesh and bone
or did that rot away
years ago?
Jovita
False face, brittle voice ruined Soul
time to leave this Earth, time for you to go
Jovita
Daily Prompt: Mythical
First they whispered
from under my bed
‘ come and find us’
they hissed
with ice in their blood
and fear in their veins
” Go away ” I said
and they did.
” Come and find us “
They whispered
when I was lost in thought
driving my car, taking a walk
” Go away ” I said
and they did.
” We’re going away “
they said
” We will leave you alone, it’s what you want isn’t it? “
” No ” I hissed with ice in my veins
” Don’t leave me alone. Stay with me forever”
I offered
as I slid into the dark
under my bed.
Is for Descent into the Under World
1. separation from the family
Antonio Garcia Lamolla
I’ve written some poems inspired by a Soul Food Cafe Project called
The Descent of Inanna
According to Mircea Eliade, traditional rituals of descent tend to follow a universal pattern.
1. separation from the family
2. regression to a pre-natal state, the cosmic night
3. death, dismemberment, suffering
4. rebirth
5. killing of another
I wrote five poems based on the pattern above.
It was an enlightening stroll into the darkness.
I hope you will read them HERE
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Things that live in the dark:
Monsters
Ghosts
Nightmares
Things that live in the dark:
Stars
Dreams
Hope
Things that live in the dark
are always with me.