Carolyn Devonshire Poet Sonnet

Taboo Tattoo

Was that mark on my skin there yesterday?
There is no way for me to remember
A tattoo my shoulder did once display
Seemed to have disappeared last December

Now a red blemish is atop my hand
It resembles an octopus with wings
In bizarre motions it flaps when I stand
Fear to my heart this gruesome creature brings

But the octopus does not fly alone
There are centipedes, spiders and the like
Each day these ugly markings seem to clone
Apparently I’m no longer a tyke

If you need a tattoo, I’ve some to spare
More vivid they are as I lose my hair




*Written September 14, 2016 for Sara’s contest

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Robert Lindley October 21, 2016 at 4:52 AM Your poem shines with the humor one must have to endure the "bad things" that old age brings. Yet the alternative to old age very few long for. I had to laugh, for we guys notice those blemishes on our bodies too, but think- well we were never beautiful like the ladies to start with! A pleasure to read this fine sonnet my friend..

Carol Eastman October 17, 2016 at 9:24 AM Oh My... Sound a bit like me... LOL

Maurice Yvonne September 27, 2016 at 10:25 AM Love this poem Carolyn. Your talent shines through every word. A Fav.

Afolabi Muideen September 26, 2016 at 12:47 PM Thanks for posting this gem. I dropped by to re-read your pleasant poem........A.M.

Andrea Dietrich September 23, 2016 at 8:07 PM OH MY, that sounds pretty gruesome, Carolyn!! You painted a scary look at the side of growing older! I see it's a winner too, so big congrats to you. WEll done.

Phyllis Babcock September 23, 2016 at 4:30 PM Had me chuckling with this piece. Hope all is well and you have everything back in place after the flooding. love phyl

Sara Kendrick September 23, 2016 at 2:59 PM Congrats on your winning work..Thank you for participating in my contest..I got a chuckle about that octopus..Sara

Paul Callus September 23, 2016 at 12:30 PM A pleasant and entertaining sonnet which gave me a big smile, Carolyn. I often joke that I'll get me a tattoo on my 70th birthday:) Hugs // paul

Tom Arnone September 22, 2016 at 7:19 PM This will all end when we can finally download our minds into artificial bodies -- although, I'm a little concerned about souls.... Congrats! ;-)

Jack Horne September 17, 2016 at 3:23 PM LOL, had a good chuckle at this - a sure winner xx

Michelle Mac Donald September 16, 2016 at 1:12 PM I'll pass on the tattoos, Carolyn, though they are currently a rage! A fun and informal write on aging; an authentically creative piece for this contest! Bonne chance!! Best wishes, love, Mikki :)

Daver Austin September 16, 2016 at 11:56 AM Carolyn with tatoos? I would never have guessed it. And such wild tatoos they are! Your sense of humor is still there and I am thankful. Love, Dave

Richard Lamoureux September 15, 2016 at 9:50 PM Ha ha, I think you have done very well! If only tattoos could survive the onslaught of aging bodies.

Connie Marcum Wong September 15, 2016 at 8:17 PM A little wake up call for those considering getting a tatto Carolyn. So nice to read some of your poetry again. I hope you are well? Blessings, Connie ; )

Maurice Yvonne September 15, 2016 at 12:22 PM Great poem, as a sonnet even more challenging for the writer. A 7 plus!

Afolabi Muideen September 15, 2016 at 11:28 AM Wow! I enjoy reading this piece of yours. Great penned..........A.M.

Joyce Johnson September 14, 2016 at 10:43 PM Fun write Carolyn, I will have to look up her contest. good luck. Love, joyce

Jan Allison September 14, 2016 at 3:22 PM I am not a tattoo fan so this made me smile as i love the humour in your lines:-) good luck in the contest:-) hugs Jan xx