Ariel's Addiction

As Ariel sat prime in the castle enjoying the airs of royalty a sorrow crept, realizing she gave up 300 years as a majestic maiden of the sea she wept. When the realization had begun a former addiction had come undone. Whos its and whats its a plenty and thing ama bobs galore started to fill the halls and cover the floor. Eric tried to reason  but lost it as his core Ariel repeated "who cares, no big deal, I want more!" No being on earth could ever stop her until one day she discovered a rare dinglehopper. 

shiny object floating in the sea

 quick jump into where merfolk be

a reflection of home

Foam

Prompt from Dark Poetry for the Cruellest Month - Beyond The Ever After

P.S.  Do you spy the "Sea Crone" overlooking  the Pacific Ocean life.

Sleeping With One Eye Open

It's 3:00 a.m, the time which used to be communion with the spirits and receiving of  divine information. Oh that glorious witching hour has become the time of consumption. For as I feed my child the demons creep into my mind. Society, media, those not in the know but with the upper hand seem to have a grip with sharp teeth on my brain. I will not them them rule, I sleep with one eye open, and dear child of mine you must too. If only they knew that with my breast bared  I nourish not only your soul but the worlds, they cannot shake my Motherhood.

hand up always in protest

they will not devour

over ruled with kindness & flower power

Prompt from Dark Poetry For The Cruellest Month 2016

"Let's Haibun Her a Tale" inspired by Shelle Kennedy's  "Madonna of the Flowers"

The Gift of Wishes

Here lies before you a birthday dirge

A wish to consume until you splurge

May it be to to all the cake you consume

Or all the hell you raise in the room

Lift your glasses it's time for a toast

 To the wickedest writer we all love the most

May this year be full of magic and folly

A dear birthday wish from Holly to Magaly

"Be grateful your not dead" pun on Gratful Dead Art

I do believe this is what the creative mind looks like a continuous kaleidoscope of bloom and grow, and some of us keep it going long after the heart beats and the grey matter solidifies. But today we celebrate birth and life so go and give Magaly Guerrero our host of Dark Poetry for the Cruellest Month some birthday love & laughter!

Has It Began To Sprout?

That corpse you planted last year in your garden 

Has it stirred to life or has the earth hardened

When the mix of elements shall rebirth

Greenman scratches his way to earth

Prompt from Dark Poetry for the Cruellest Month 2016