My Beautiful Grotesque

Someone coaxed you gently

out of stone or clay

someone tried to give you life

from marble and sometimes paint.

They twisted your smile into a scream

they gave you the face of a beast

then they set you away or placed you up high

where gentle human eyes cannot reach.

But I will come up after you,

I will gently carry you down

I will give you a home among my cats and dog

and place you where it’s always warm.

I will name you beautiful grotesque

and you can call me the same.

I wasn’t forged in stone or clay

but sometimes I feel that way.

RDP Monday: PULCHRITUDINOUS

Merriam – Webster Wept

RDP Thursday – SOLITUDE / SOLITARY

Photo by Matheus Bertelli on Pexels.com

I pondered, in solitude- what the benefits of being a solitary creature are-

and it came to me:

They do their best work

in solitude:

Writers

create epic novels and  passionate poems and snappy short stories

Painters

create images of life with a stroke of their brush

Santa Claus

leaves all those presents under millions of trees

with only cookies and milk to fortify him on his journey

and

Serial Killers

they do their best work alone too.

Photo by Bess Hamiti on Pexels.com

 

On Your Mark, Get Set, CONFORM!

RDP Tuesday: STRAIN

Be kind

be tough don’t take any guff!

Be an Angel

better yet be a demon, with a skinny waist and a shapely behind.

Be smart

no wait!  Play it dumb, who needs college or science in the real world?

Choose, choose, choose- now be!

Oh no! You’ve made the wrong choice

try again

keep trying again

and again and again and again

the strain of it all might kill you

but don’t you want to get it right

don’t you want to fit in?

The 15th Of February

RDP Monday: FLOW

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Back in February, the 15th human foot of the decade washed up on the Pacific Northwest shoreline.

Feet minus the rest of their body’s had been washing up between Georgia Straight and the Puget Sound over the years and each time one did we were left to ponder- were they plane crash victims? Victims of smuggling, human trafficking or foul play?

It turns out that some were suicides, others were victims of accidents and none, we were told, were the victims of foul play or human sacrifice or cannibalism ( I’ve heard loads of weird theories ).

 

A map of where feet were found in British Columbia, including the most recent foot. |British Columbia Coroners Service

The prevailing winds in this area are move west to east so anything floating in this part of the Pacific will be pushed to the shore here in the Sound and the Georgia Straight instead of to  the  San Francisco Bay Area.

It’s a haunting image, a foot in a shoe bobbing and rolling past boats and fish and Whales until it winds up on a beach or on the rocks and it sits there until a dog trots along or someone wonders, ‘what the heck is that?’

How many times have I walked along the beaches or sailed on the Sound? Lots. Have I ever thought it was possible that one day after a turn of horrible events my foot could float to shore and horrify a beachcomber or a dog walker or someone who wanted to contemplate the Universe and all that it could mean?

I didn’t.

I don’t think anyone can really imagine that.

Have nightmares about it, maybe.

 

Lady of Slaughter

RDP–SUNDAY–LION

The Sun sent down a warrior

to make war upon his enemies

to spill their blood and break their bones and feast upon their flesh

where they lived, where they hid, where they saw

before they drew their last breath

Sekhmet

the lioness

a goddess

an assassin of his creation.

 

When the Sun called his victorious warrior home

she heard his voice, looked up into the sky

but the words that fell to the earth

and landed in her ears

sounded like the roar of blood rushing through

ruined veins and salty warm torn flesh

and

fire raged to her jaws, to her teeth into her heart and claws

obedience unchained became a monster

and it

drank the blood and feasted  on the bones

of one and all

Sekhmet

the lioness

a goddess

an assassin with no master to call her to his side.


The Sun

offered her wine

as red as blood

and this sweet blood

sang in her veins, it did not burn and it even made her smile

so she took to the sky

and returned to the Sun

and said,

” Anytime ”

And the Sun,

turned pale

he

burned a little less brightly

in fear

at the sight of his creation

Sekhmet

the lioness

a goddess

an assassin who answers to no one.

When The Sickness Is A Soul

RDP Saturday: SICK

Cathédrale Saint-Paul à Liège – Lucifer avec sceptre rompu et pomme à ses pieds

My favorite, my brightest, who fell so far from me

As we stand here in this cage, in this darkness, the floor paved with the tears of the lost in our regret

Go  from the place  I you consigned to, come home, you’ve been cast out by a new Satan

And he feasts on the cries of children who are afraid, tortured and alone –

The Happy Camper

 

RDP Friday: CAMP

I was here to visit

to take in the sights of broken buildings and sunbathing cats and cross baristas with sharpies in hand and better places to see and more interesting people to know then people like me, I was here  to taste new foods, to dance to new music trapped in three notes dreamed of in a computer program

 

I was here to visit

to try new words, wear some new skins, to get lost on unmarked streets

to be yelled at by people I know, to scream at people  I don’t know

 

I was here to visit

and I doubt I will be back again.

There are so many places to visit

and only so many breaths I will be allowed.