Leave your offering
for the kitchen gods
as they sharpen their teeth.
Pay tribute
to their need
with smooth, grey hours.
Then crouch on the ledge
and let the view
snatch your breath
as you fly,
vulnerable and knowing,
to the chalk outlines below.
This writing prompt and more responses can be found at The Mag.
Chilling offering to the Kitchen Gods ~ Good one ~
ReplyDeleteThank you Heaven. :o)
DeleteOh, this is creepy. I think I'll turn my back on these gods and become a culinary atheist.
ReplyDeleteYes, I'm with you on that one Patti.
DeletePoor Francesca! I feel so sorry for what ever demons led to her fate! You have described the outcome so expressively here, Mary. I love the elusive nature of the "smooth grey hours " . Thank you for sharing this vivid poem. =D
ReplyDeleteThank you Linda for your thoughtful response.
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ReplyDeleteBrilliant and intense, re-evoking Woodman's suicide-- brava! xxxj
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Jen. :o)
DeleteSo vivid... Love the chalk.
ReplyDeleteThanks Laurie :o)
DeleteVery evocative!
ReplyDeleteThanks DCW!
DeleteQuite moving; well done.
ReplyDeleteThank you Mr. B.
DeleteThose gods might serve the cat up on a plate
ReplyDeleteA fact I would surely hate
Nope, not cat for dinner. But could I interest you in some green eggs and ham?
DeleteOoh, I understand the photographer did take her own life. The sadness of the photo is captured in your verse.
ReplyDeleteI'm glad it connects for you Gerry. Thanks for reading.
DeleteHints at Woodman's strange and exotic imagination.
ReplyDeleteThank you Doctor.
ReplyDeleteInteresting- smooth stones, grey hours- Hmmm. Thanks.
ReplyDeleteThanks Izzy.
DeleteWow, you really went to the dark side on this one, Mary. I like the subtleness of this. Using "chalk lines," we know where the story ends without actually being told the obvious. Very nice word choice. Well written, my friend.
ReplyDeleteThank you Ginny, it didn't start that way, but you know how these things sometime evolve.
ReplyDeleteoh great use of language to set an edge in this.....the sharpening of teeth...the flying to the chalk lines below....oy, thinking of body outlines....nice take on the pic....and happy monday to you as well...smiles.
ReplyDeleteHey thanks Brian! Great stuff you've got over at your place!
ReplyDeleteYour poem ranks right up there with the best!!!
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Helen!
ReplyDeletewow!!..the chalk outline made me shiver!
ReplyDeleteThank you Kay.
DeleteA lot of feeling in this. A particularly good response to the prompt.
ReplyDeleteThank you Dave.
ReplyDeleteThe kitchen gods. I like that. Nice write, Mary!
ReplyDeleteThanks Tess! Great prompt.
ReplyDeleteYou did good in this post!
ReplyDeleteLoved it!
lure of the impure
Thank you GT!
DeleteTime is not linear in this one , Mary , well cleft !
ReplyDeleteThanks!
DeleteWonderful write...so tragic. You have captured the pain and the tragedy of a life cut short with eloquence.
ReplyDeleteThank you Susie. I appreciate your support.
DeleteLove the unique way you went with this Mary!
ReplyDeleteThanks Carrie :o)
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