Monday, April 4, 2016

Harvest~~Dark Poetry for the Cruelest Month 2016

Oh, keep the Dog far hence, that's friend to men,
Instead, bring me the Raven
wrought with thought
and far-seeing of memory.
I am Keeper of mine own
Dark Secrets
which I will churn
into deep, moist mulch,
plant with hidden hopes,
feed with broken promises,
water with salty tears
to grow scars
of strength and truth.
My scythe, I will sharpen.
I await
the Harvest.



Todays prompt was to take one line from the T.S. Eliot poem "The Waste Land". The first line of my piece is the line I chose.
Check out Magaly's blog for your prompts for April's Dark Poetry for the Cruelest Month here:
http://magalyguerrero.com/dark-poetry-for-the-cruellest-month-2016/

17 comments:

  1. Oooh! I love the witchy feel of this!

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  2. Ah, the raven! Such croaks and shrills, yet some swear is a symbol of good luck. Lovely:)

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    1. I love ravens! Thank you for your comments and for stopping by!

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  3. Oh my dear goodness, Sharon! Those last five lines made me bare my teeth. Such determination. I love this speaker!

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    1. P.S. I'm so glad I went over the links again. I totally missed yours... not sure how.

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    2. I was late posting. I had company. So, it was my bad!

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    3. Thanks so much, Magaly! I might have to keep this speaker around for awhile to see if she will divulge more of herself!

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    4. You should keep her around, indeed!

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  4. Another "shuddery" moment. Love the planting of hidden hopes watered with salty tears :D XXX

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    1. Thank you so much, Gina! I am glad you liked my lines! Hugs!

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  5. The Harvest to speaks of life yet with the sharpened scythe ready to be welded I feel it is a harvest that has been nurtured by darkness... this is fabulous Sharon!

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    1. Thank you, Shelle! Your comments mean a lot!

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