Poetry competition CLOSED 14th April 2015 9:20pm
WINNER
professoryackle
professoryackle
RUNNERS-UP:
hemihead
and Atakti
Feminine Archetypes
morning sonnet pages
eyed from half closed dream lids
under a summer breeze quilt form
there was something like fresh melon notes
and Burgundy shimmers, lining the air
the place of landmarks and secret maps
soft blankets and hidden love-struck wishes
lingering hunger stroking a collarbone path
turning the chapter with toes curled in anticipation
falling into Bourbon flavoured text-ure
fragmenting reality, renting intimacy
bitten Angel lip, holding onto vice- slipping
impervious heart-door sanctum
wet commotion clinging to blushed limbs
tremor bound in the story on searching fingers
velvet breath expelled to the burn
spreading under the covers of collapsing seconds
when sighs descend and paper leaves tumble
(Mercury and Venus)
Misnamed
Shaded lines through male hands
is the blend of she and his, not hers,
swirling through known picture frames
and all nod and move on.
She never was in the thick of it.
She slipped in sometimes,
tried on a few paint-strokes
borrowed from the masterpieces everyone stops to look at.
She accorded shades of red, arched limbs and full lips,
skin alight with whispers and licked flames
because this is the palette of the sun spilled.
The black of smoked blades left him astride
a firebrand, hands scorched, grasping at her.
The knives were inside, a chosen silhouette.
An artist sees the sun ablaze, blinding, but blind.
Quietly, adorned in bands of scrypture,
she leaves, an enigma unanswered.
Shaded lines through male hands
is the blend of she and his, not hers,
swirling through known picture frames
and all nod and move on.
She never was in the thick of it.
She slipped in sometimes,
tried on a few paint-strokes
borrowed from the masterpieces everyone stops to look at.
She accorded shades of red, arched limbs and full lips,
skin alight with whispers and licked flames
because this is the palette of the sun spilled.
The black of smoked blades left him astride
a firebrand, hands scorched, grasping at her.
The knives were inside, a chosen silhouette.
An artist sees the sun ablaze, blinding, but blind.
Quietly, adorned in bands of scrypture,
she leaves, an enigma unanswered.
hemihead said:(pretty much completely didn't follow your comp-rules…apologies my dear…but, since you sparked the idea, thought I'd lay it here anyway :-)
well, m'luv, i think the only rule that was completely smashed into 1,400+ little pieces was the word count! [:
it's actually bang on everything else. then if you're feelin' it, you can put it in your profile's poems and i shall add it to the annals. [:
Case, excellently played.. and even with your false alarm, there is still not much change in the beautiful weather we're having. (i should try this..... 'encouragement' more often) [:
every one of these poems is going to get a comment, so if the judging takes a while, that will be why.
thanks for playing, everybody. keep 'em comin', if you care to. [:
well, m'luv, i think the only rule that was completely smashed into 1,400+ little pieces was the word count! [:
it's actually bang on everything else. then if you're feelin' it, you can put it in your profile's poems and i shall add it to the annals. [:
Case, excellently played.. and even with your false alarm, there is still not much change in the beautiful weather we're having. (i should try this..... 'encouragement' more often) [:
every one of these poems is going to get a comment, so if the judging takes a while, that will be why.
thanks for playing, everybody. keep 'em comin', if you care to. [:
This one is either Venus or Mars, or possibly both. What do you reckon?
ARACHNE’S PARLOUR
First you get your front room as you like it,
spin it spick; I’m slick with a spindle.
A bit of lick and spit isn’t amiss.
Silk’s a charm – I can flick it,
switch it on or off as I wish.
The invitation’s the thing – I like to invite
of a twilight. He’ll come crawling;
I’ll be ravelling, unravelling.
They say I’ve a trick for it. Seth said
my body encircleth the universe –
and that was before I wrapped my eight
around him. He was one of the lucky ones;
he got it twice before I ate him.
I like to watch the sun come up hubwards.
I watch it alone, usually.
My latest husband left a trail of crumbs
so he could find his way out.
They always want to leave me,
but that’s not what I want.
I won’t have it – I want them inside
until I’m ready to spin them away.
Seth said I am she in the dust
of whose feet are the stars of heaven.
It’s true my children are countless.
Pity he’s gone. He had a knack
with words, and I quite liked him.
© professoryackle (Sara Pitt) All Rights Reserved
Anonymous
Church Girl
Guilt wasn't the hardest part
about stealing the change Mum gave
to me for the collection plate
on a Sunday morning
it was the moment of choice
at the bakery counter
when I wanted one of everything
and had to choose
wholesome me wanted
sultana tea cake
a bit boring unless I was starving
or Granny was around to toast
and butter it
my inner sinner would push me
towards the strawberry tart with fresh cream
but it was hard to keep the red sauce
from telling on me
there was always the top row of
giant filled pastries
showy with powdered sugar
and they sometimes tempted
but
I'd found them to be a lot of show
without much in the center
a general letdown
I had an old stand by in the donuts
with sprinkles
enjoyable and honest they did
what their look promised
nothing pretentious
still quite unadventurous though
so sometimes
I'd get the bakers special
because I never knew
what it'd be
and it never failed that the Father
would speak of the starving children
In Africa and say prayers for them
while sending round the basket
and I felt like God had one less worry
me being full and all
Guilt wasn't the hardest part
about stealing the change Mum gave
to me for the collection plate
on a Sunday morning
it was the moment of choice
at the bakery counter
when I wanted one of everything
and had to choose
wholesome me wanted
sultana tea cake
a bit boring unless I was starving
or Granny was around to toast
and butter it
my inner sinner would push me
towards the strawberry tart with fresh cream
but it was hard to keep the red sauce
from telling on me
there was always the top row of
giant filled pastries
showy with powdered sugar
and they sometimes tempted
but
I'd found them to be a lot of show
without much in the center
a general letdown
I had an old stand by in the donuts
with sprinkles
enjoyable and honest they did
what their look promised
nothing pretentious
still quite unadventurous though
so sometimes
I'd get the bakers special
because I never knew
what it'd be
and it never failed that the Father
would speak of the starving children
In Africa and say prayers for them
while sending round the basket
and I felt like God had one less worry
me being full and all
Mercurial Girl
The girl next door - hot, Mercury
sun such often in my dreams
another planet more than friends
best for now maybe change comes
lovers unite mercurial relationship
conspirators, from best friends
to secret admirers to bells and such.
Her unburdened mark
childlike joy they say,
I call it a gift. Whimsy.
Happily endure the pain
not together ever reality
love another
favor for the Sun.
How cruel of our creator
my dream girl oblivious
facts, I am the one,
who do you belong to?
Walking nightly for a glimpse
of perfection. Window glancer.
Behind I am a fan
the more the merrier
nice smile long legs
hair of highest goddess
stare in amazement
Will you be mine?
Declined
continue my mission
persistency achieves
Blonde
Killer of dreams
The girl next door - hot, Mercury
sun such often in my dreams
another planet more than friends
best for now maybe change comes
lovers unite mercurial relationship
conspirators, from best friends
to secret admirers to bells and such.
Her unburdened mark
childlike joy they say,
I call it a gift. Whimsy.
Happily endure the pain
not together ever reality
love another
favor for the Sun.
How cruel of our creator
my dream girl oblivious
facts, I am the one,
who do you belong to?
Walking nightly for a glimpse
of perfection. Window glancer.
Behind I am a fan
the more the merrier
nice smile long legs
hair of highest goddess
stare in amazement
Will you be mine?
Declined
continue my mission
persistency achieves
Blonde
Killer of dreams
Peace and allusion (Venus)
Silence cups
it's soothing hands around her thoughts
the way the streets have moulded
to the touch of bitter winds
the eddies have their haunts
amongst the alleys
where the leavings of the cultured
bleed their innards
onto the paved lips
of the face of a cities filth
as much use as a muddied broom
the breeze and her words
both
beneath the sewer mouths
where things of instinct
call cracks in pavement
sky
Silence cups
it's soothing hands around her thoughts
the way the streets have moulded
to the touch of bitter winds
the eddies have their haunts
amongst the alleys
where the leavings of the cultured
bleed their innards
onto the paved lips
of the face of a cities filth
as much use as a muddied broom
the breeze and her words
both
beneath the sewer mouths
where things of instinct
call cracks in pavement
sky
Hah! Sorry, folks, I put my judgmental trophy doling into the Webmiss a week ago, she must be busier than I am at the minute. I still want to comment on all the poems and have done about half. The rest are in waiting until I get a day off...I was about to say, "if that is acceptable", but I think it has to be, acceptable or no. [:
I mean...fuck's sake, DP, you told Eamonn about our lesbian rendezvous? And how does Case know I like Chargers....?
I mean...fuck's sake, DP, you told Eamonn about our lesbian rendezvous? And how does Case know I like Chargers....?
Well, all, again, I apologise for the wait. The Webmiss must be too occupied with the technicals just now, and the 19,333 members. (Yeesh, remember when we were only 2,000?) anyway, i was meant to have joint winners, only because, hemi, your word count was a tad over the stated limit, but I couldn't choose two winners with my regular options, as all who have run comps are aware. these were all such great entries, thank you all for participating. I still have half of the comments for them complete, though you might not be much bothered by now! Cheers, yas!
Yeah, let's have the comments. It's a pleasure to hear about work created for comps from the host, especially when we have solid entries. Cheers for runner up, and well done hemi and the prof!
(I didn't indicate the type or types in my entry intentionally, hoping that it comes through in the writing. So I'll be interested to hear, Jesta, what you make of it.)
(I didn't indicate the type or types in my entry intentionally, hoping that it comes through in the writing. So I'll be interested to hear, Jesta, what you make of it.)
