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Narrative Poem

Josh
Josh
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Portugal
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DOGGED GRACE

Aunt Mabel visited one day
and managed in her usual way
to skewer all the homely chat
by bringing her obnoxious cat,
a spoilt beast as one may guess
and here’s the story to confess:


The family time was Sunday lunch
a pleasantry, but here’s the crunch
for when it came to clear the table
watch the actions by Aunt Mabel
deftly as the scraps go round
with scrappy-scrapy type of sound
the plates on reaching table’s end …
she grabs them quickly to defend
the tasty morsels for her pet —
an act her hosts would not forget
for Wilf, their dog, lies by the fire,
he trusts routine for plain desire
and wakes to food by salivation
ambles in a concentration
makes his way to kitchen’s bowl
as is his normal happy role
to find Aunt Mabel’s precious cat
one step ahead to where it’s at -
with coiffured hair and polished teeth
the cat gulps down the scraps of beef
and Wilf now struck by broken trust
is left to lick the crumbs and dust
and with transgression of the law
like Oliver does ask for more …
the cat, high up on Mabel’s knee
conveys superiority
and purring with a fiendish grin
stroked by her mistress on the chin
in high and mighty disposition
sneers at Wilf’s now glum position
and rudely spits in poor Wilf’s face!
but Wilf, a dog of dogged grace
acceptingly counts one-to-ten
forgives the cat, and then again
returns to lie next to the heat
and sees his life as still complete —
he ponders by the crackling fire
“the situation isn’t dire
though stolen beef is not so great,
’tis well an’ good, I’m overweight”.

Grace
Grace
Idryad
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Thank you Josh for participating.

Miss_Sub
Miss_Sub
- Missy -
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In the end, it's all about the destination

7.30 train North to South,
carriages full of bankers heading to the smoke

a woman adjusts her make-up in a compact
draws a neat little cats-eye line on her lid,
the juddering of the rail makes it an art form.

I am already on my fifth brew of the day
came prepared with a silver flask
holding hot water and steaming tea,
my peppermint permeates the air
overrides the cheap coffee aroma
drifting from a graveyard of paper cups
strewn down the aisle.

It's where I'm headed-
to bury her

to bury a woman who's veins gave out
to bury a woman who's insanity ate her
from the inside...

the ellipsis would have killed me too
if I let it.

Trees feel like they are burning,
autumn flames beyond the window
my forehead pressed against glass,
I close my eyes counting heartbeats
of wheel against the iron track

one-two
              one-two
                             one-two


it pulses in my skull, migraines of change
and by the time we grind to a halt
the woman's face paint is perfect,
the bankers click their leather brogues
down the grime-trodden platform

I light a cigarette to welcome me home.


~


3.30 train South to North,
carriages full of tired men anchored to screens

I forgot to wear tear-proof mascara this morning,
I dab at my face eradicating black from my cheeks
and unlike my love of watercolour, it doesn't wash.

English rain arrived like I knew it would
I wear patent heels to the churchyard;
I should be studying her
I should be watching her final fall
deep into the floor, but I do not

I watch water slip over my shining shoes
and think about the metaphor.

I wonder what it would be like to sink,
to be lowered by clouds that brought me here
wonder if the rope bearers count
"one-two, one-two" earthing themselves
in meaning and preposition

I remember my Mother, her little finger
curling against my Father's [I think about you]
and how we're all dependent on something
all of us just waiting for a rhythm,
bones perhaps, a drop of blood
to build a wall around our memories

in solitude, our coffins are perfectly matched
right-angled in failure and descent,
madness gleaming with pearlescent silks
I paid for with bereavement
a few lost dreams perhaps

I light a cigarette to welcome me home.
Written by Miss_Sub (- Missy -)
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Grace
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Idryad
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Thank you Missy for participating.

Grace
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Congratulations to all the winners! WallyRoo won for his story of Super Man's Last Flight, PittinixDesigns won runner up for his entry The Love of a Hebrew Maiden and Jade pandora won second runner up for Wrist Bones. I wish to say here that it was very challenging to judge the winners. In fact, everyone had a story to tell, all interesting and awe-inspiring. All in, everyone did tremendously well. I am so honoured to have read all your entries in my competition. Thank you so much and be with me again in may next competition.

wallyroo92
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Congratulations to Ms. Jade and Pittinix on runner up positions.
Ms. Grace, I'm honored to be given this trophy especially since there were so many great entries. I know how difficult it is to judge these comps.
Hope everyone is doing OK and staying safe.

Grace
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Idryad
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wallyroo92 said:Congratulations to Ms. Jade and Pittinix on runner up positions.
Ms. Grace, I'm honored to be given this trophy especially since there were so many great entries. I know how difficult it is to judge these comps.
Hope everyone is doing OK and staying safe.

🌹 Great story, Wallyroo.

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