August 29, 2021 by Sally Mortemore

A NONET

She sits alone, but bravely stands with

others travelling a rough road —

blind footed along a clear

path — recalling those who

have gone before – to

smooth the strains of

injustice,

where hearts

bleed.

Written in response to: #OpposingForces, Saturday Mix | Categories: Saturday Mix, Written Prompt | URL: https://wp.me/p4t2PZ-5MV https://wp.me/p2qy2z-h4

Prompt given:

Opposing Forces – Saturday Mix, 28 August 2021by weejars
Welcome to the Saturday Mix, 28 August 2021!
This week we are dipping our toes into the pool of OPPOSITES.
Our challenge is all about “opposing forces” and the use of antithesis in our writing.
You will need to use the two opposing words in your response – which can be poetry or prose.
Our words this week are:–
–rough and smooth
–sit and stand

I have also written it in the form of a NONET consisting of 9 lines. The first line contains 9 syllables each line thereafter decreasing by one syllable per line ending with the 9th line being of one syllable only.

August 24, 2021 by Sally Mortemore

HEAVEN’S HELIUM

It is late – at tge window

a black balloon bounces on the helium of expectation

its painted face unsparingly fustian in attitude.

Distempered eyes tragically aware.

An odious memory culled from childhood

held by the umbilical string

tied tight around its knotted throat.

It peers through the slit in the curtains

unquestionably sikent

as the sleeping pills

ease their way into the blood —

the waiting game

mere reminiscence,

until the string drops,

the cord finally cut,

leaving a legacy of ‘nothing’

as the spirit bird flies up;

the balloon —

no longer in existence.

In response to the prompt Wordle #253

mindlovemisery

9 words used out of the 12 given which were:

Fustian- pompous or bombastic, as language.
Cull- to select and remove from a group, especially to discard or destroy as inferior:

to discard unwanted parts or remove choice parts from (a group):

to collect; gather: pluck
Drop
Helium
Guarantee
Sleeping Pills
Portable
Slit
Pair
Birds
Held
Aware

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August 11, 2021 by Sally Mortemore

THE RUMINATIONS OF A RUMINANT

The gentle pull of Saturn kicks upon invisible strings inexorably tethered to my spirit, and as a captive I succumb unto the judgement of its wisdom —

the darkness a tidal moment to reflect upon.

Moments of isolation feed my need with sustenance, and the caress of water cleanses clouds and washes them aside —

my heart bathing in the extreme humility of nature.

To ruminate for a ruminant is a blessing, as the Tohubohu of the mind impetuously dissolves into a surprising state of calm —

and as the goat of Capricorn awakes within me

I push forever onward, each crack and extreme angle negotiated with the self assuredness I blithely recognise as the determined creature —

I frequently forget I am.