His Heart

Composed 5/12/13

Description: I recently stumbled across another poetry contest that really sparked my interest with its prompt. The post described a study that found that “twenty-three words still in use today have survived mostly unchanged from the end of the last ice age.” The blogger then went onto list these words: I, we, thou, ye, who, this, that, what, mother, male/man, not, old, black, worm, bark, hand, ashes, fire, to give, to pull, to spit, to flow, and to hear. The challenge was to create a poem using at least fifteen of these words in less than 12 lines. It sounded fun, so I gave it a shot! I hope you like the results.

Also, be sure to check out the contest and poemelf’s awesome blog! She has such a cool project, and, if you like poetry, I’m sure you’ll love her blog.

I hear those folks who say
My man’s heart is old and black
That it burned out in the fire
And all that’s left of it is ash

But I know what his heart’s like
Because he gave me that warm hand
And asked me not to leave him
When I said “I understand”

He just needed me to pull
His heart strings soft like this
To let his love-song flow
To grant my one true wish

Banished from Heaven

demon

Composed 5/6/13
Description: Something a little different. I wrote this for Aisha’s Picture Worth Your Words Contest # 3: Forbidden. The idea of the contest is to write anything revolving around the theme of “forbidden” while also using one of the given pictures as a prompt. The above picture is the one I chose. I’m pretty pleased with how it turned out. I hope you enjoy it!

Saintly Rosalinda
Spun roses amidst the thorns
With the nimble grace of her fingertips
So red and sore and worn

Even when He stole her breath
And spotted her lips with bloody dew
Her fingers spread dark red roses
Into the world anew

He stole her from the golden grips
Of heaven’s holy hands
And tainted by the air of hell she’s
Banished from heaven’s golden sands

The Monster begged for purity
And fallen, forbidden from paradise
This fellow fallen creature
Played contently for her Beast each night

For she was also doomed to hell
And, filled with sympathy,
She made her Master sweet, white roses
So He could know beauty