Tuesday, 5 April 2016

Part V (I) and V (II) and Ghost Dancer by Pixievic

(Two parts today. NB. Who is watching Andy and Michelle here.. all shall explained tomorrow on the first part, while part two for today explores the myth of what is going on a little bit more

Also featured is our first guest poet, Pixievic who I met on Write Out Loud recently and am hoping to work with her when this project on another project (More details to follow). Her Write Out Loud blog is : http://www.writeoutloud.net/profiles/pixievic but she also has a facebook page https://www.facebook.com/Poemsbyapixie/ and a excellent soundcloud page https://soundcloud.com/vicki-ayers)

Part V

Hanging in silent fear
A pair of eyes followed them
All the way
Past the stone gate

And down the circular path
Which creaked in the breeze
In a path
Where nothing
Should be blowing

Cushioned in swollen landscapes
Leading towards the throne

And with which she knew
Things would never
Be the same again
No matter what they said
Whether good or bad.


Part V (B)

The original myth dates back
All the way back to 1642
And the loss of two twin babes
Into a nearby sewer

Dropped by a drunken innkeeper
Showing off to the excited mother
Who was hung within hours
And never seen again

But instead of dying
Survived much to the surprise
Of half forgotten history books
And did the impossible

Draping in terrible surprises
Beating on sewers
For decades to come

Then centuries

Fusing myths together
Battered together by time
Dancing underneath your feet
In a murmured tease

Deprived of light
But caught in a bowstring
Of a terrible war
Tapping on the pipes

And metal handcuffs
Found tied on river locks
Minus their victims
With only a rats tail left. 


Ghost Dancer

We danced to Cuban rhythms
Late into the night
I twirled my skirts in girlish glee
Giggling in delight
My heart it started pounding
As you held me tight
I waited for the kiss
That would bring me back to life
Brutally it struck me
At the stroke of midnight
You were just an apparition
Your kiss turned into frostbite
A phantom on the dance floor
A cruel trick of the light
You melted into nothing
Just a shadow in the moonlight

(C) Pixievic

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