Best Atropos Poems
Oh Luna, with enchantment in night sky…
You gaze down from above with silver eye.
I fondly view your phases night by night
Enjoying most when you are filled with light.
To find your bright reflection on the sea
Enthralls emotions deep inside of me.
Under your spell, you share in love’s sweet bliss,
I wonder who you will compel to kiss.
Let me roam the gardens in your soft light.
Romance me now as clouds obscure your sight.
Yes, every time your sphere is full or new
You cause desire or cause one to be blue.
So Luna do your best, my lover waits…
We’ll leave our love to you, and not the Fates.
© Connie Marcum Wong
(Non-traditional Sonnet)
*Fates: Greek & Roman Mythology The three goddesses, Clotho, Lachesis, and Atropos, who control human destiny.
Written during the full moon March 23rd.
Categories:
atropos, love, moon,
Form:
Sonnet
Ryan, Where are You?
Oh Ryan, please tell me, where are you?
I'll never forget that tragic summer of August 1992,
when you left without even bidding a final adieu –
not even a single wave good-bye,
just leaving us high and dry.
How could you just simply disappear?
Like a dark shadow, in a grey mist...not really there?
Gone to heaven or God knows where?
My dear Ryan, did you think we really wouldn’t care?
One day you're enjoying the sunshine, doing so well;
the next day buried in a cold grave where you now dwell;
You always said that tomorrow’s not promised to anyone.
Now, you’ll never get to see another glorious sunset or dawn.
I heard you were run over by a Brooklyn-bound train.
But neither the police nor the coroner could adequately explain -
was your death instantaneous or did you suffer any pain?
Please help me to understand - who’s to blame?
Please tell me - was it just an untimely death?
Please explain to me - was it just your fate you met?
At birth, did the Three Fates your destiny set?
Or were you just in the wrong place at the wrong time...
an innocent bystander who hadn’t committed any crime?
When Atropos cruelly severed the thread of your short life,
the incredible pain of losing you cut deep like a butcher’s knife.
But, my dear brother, your treasured memory will be with us always,
through your children and in our hearts ‘till the end of our days!
05-23-2014
Contest: Favorite Poem You've Ever Written
Sponsor: Carol Eastman
Placement: 1st
Categories:
atropos, bereavement, brother, confusion, death,
Form:
Rhyme
Slovenly sorrows cause a blur,
Shameful shallows seep and stir.
He whimpers; a cowering cur,
Deathbed's deals, give-take, now occur.
Soul dried, bunched ball of prickly burr
Waste-of-time tears, goad like a spur.
Apologies, are but a slur,
Regrets besmirch like rancid myrrh.
Slanderers’ stooge, no amateur,
Souls sold, Evil’s entrepreneur.
Atropos to cut; F A T E S concur
Time to let loose this saboteur!
“Burn in H E L L”, said the whisperer…
Susan Ashley
July 28, 2017
~ Third Place ~
Contest: Early August Standard
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Categories:
atropos, death, destiny, evil,
Form:
Monorhyme
Life's thread is spun, measured, and snipped
By three dainty pairs of deft hands
To weave the cold words of life's fickle script.
Clotho spins life with a valiant grip,
Her spindle ablaze with gold strands.
Life's thread is spun, measured, and snipped.
Lachesis measures without pause or slip,
Deciding the length of life's band
To weave the cold words of life's fickle script.
Atropos carries the scissors that clip
The thread where her sister commands.
Life's thread is spun, measured, and snipped.
Every last soul becomes a conscript,
Drafted to heed their demands
To weave the cold words of life's fickle script.
With each stolid snip, our free will is stripped
As Fate's fluid flames are fanned.
Life's thread is spun, measured, and snipped
To weave the cold words of life's fickle script.
*Based on Greek Mythology's "Moirai"
Categories:
atropos, imagination, words, , fate,
Form:
Villanelle
I am Slasher Of Monsters stock-in-trade
My sword Kram, is double edged death
One horror burrowed deep in me at birth
With poison of a thousand thousand Hydras
To kill it I must kill myself
But I am Slasher Of Monsters stock-in-trade
I persevere in trial
Another felled me from the heavens
A three eyed beast with many Buddha arms
I was immortal, Homeric in youth as great Hercules
Deeply wounded I fended off the fiend
I am Slasher of Monsters stock-in-trade
I will live
One clawed from Dante’s seventh circle
A beast of horrible hunger, spitting blood
It’s neck hung with hearts of men
Deeply wounded I almost died
Though I am Slasher Of Monsters stock-in-trade
It still lives
Another creature came in costume
To consume my very essence, ugly
Behind masks of wanton beauty
(I never feared Medusa's snakes, the thing uses mirrors)
Deeply wounded I fought to free myself
I killed it yet another reared it’s mask
I am Slasher Of Monsters stock-in-trade
I will kill them all
I have fought many, many more
One burrowed deep in earth
Atropos atop a thousand thousand strings
Hunts me with blood rusted blade
I cannot kill her even if I kill myself
But I am Slasher Of Monsters stock-in-trade
I live with open cuts unhealed
My sword Kram, is double edged death
Brighter than a hundred suns
Hidden in sheath of ancient weave
I care not
I am Slasher Of Monsters stock-in-trade
Categories:
atropos, mythology, satire,
Form:
Bio
The mythical fates had a dubious task
Sewing the cloth of life for men
“How did that work?” you ask
Well, get three sisters who sew
Give each one a specific job.
When done, down the tubes you go.
Anyway get the picture…its destiny
Clotho sews the cloth of life
Putting in all the events for a person
Joyful time or existence filled with strife
It was then that life could improve or worsen
Marriage, children, oops…divorce, of course
Married again, children, oh no….divorce
You forgot to remember…don’t use force
Or, you’ll wind up in the pokey like any dark horse
Lachesis the much important second sister…
Her job was vast and excitingly dire
The name was a tongue twister
Yet, imagine the names of all the men
Placed in a big jug…she’s been hired
To draw a name---uh oh…what did you win?
A one way trip up to angels or down to be fired
No matter ready or not, you’re officially a “has been.”
Well, are you ready for the third little lady?
Just so you know Atropos means death
Now let’s review…here’s a dry run.
Sewer, drawer…so what’s left?
Someone has to use the cutters
This third gal chops it off---life’s cloth
Word is she does not even sputter
One whack and a snip—it’s like flame to the moth.
Best advice…be careful when you refer to fate
These little old ladies take offense…uh, oh too late!
Categories:
atropos, humor,
Form:
Light Verse
“Liminal”
At the threshold point
where rite of passage holds a pearl
hierarchy is reversed within the realm of ambiguity
Girl into Woman
Woman into Girl
Dissolution of Order
Fluidity a small metaphorical death
A rite of separation from the past
Three graces
Three fates
Clotho spins
Lachesis deals
Atropos cuts
Another missing
watches her Moirai patiently
and waits
(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
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"Basic Instinct", The Acid
https://youtu.be/kOucrAFX810
“A window within the soul to see
Light and Magick I send with thee
Be strong, be brave, make the right choice
Though Darkness shouts with a terrible voice
Know that I am watching from above
And that always, always, the answer is Love...”
1. Liminality
2. Moirai
Categories:
atropos, love, mother daughter, sister,
Form:
Free verse
We are like a pair
of scissors: alone - useless
blades of solitude,
but together - Atropos'
shears cutting the thread of fate.
Categories:
atropos, dark, destiny, love, mythology,
Form:
Tanka
Who threw water on the wick?
Who, as restless and trapped
can survive in this necropolis?
Trumpeting down the walls
that are not of Jericho.
Trumpeting down the walls
that besiege a chthonic people.
Tonight I shall return as a black dove
to bring you an oak tree branch from Dodona
And a darkness full of lightning
all the way from the palace of Atropos.
So that you stay up all night
and knead
a bright sunshine for tomorrow.
"Good morning wind-vane",
to say when morning comes,
"where do the winds blow from today?"
And just like a white horse
to gallop against the wind.
Categories:
atropos, art, history, hope, inspirational,
Form:
Elegy
Was once inspired, but now too tired
To search for more expressive ways
To convey my Heart's inert Desires-
The place where my Ideas played
I beg of thee, sweet Calliope,
To fill my Mind with budding Prose
But I am touched by Melpomene-
In freezing Fires, thus reposed
My outlook dreary, I have a theory-
That I shall stay forever weary
And I see it, Oh! Quite clearly
That I shall miss them all so dearly!
My Muses Mute; But Atropos
The Fate that begged for one more post
With her Shears shorn ev'ry fear
That I might write as just a Ghost
*Be My Reason Contest Entry
Categories:
atropos, heart, muse, mythology, poetry,
Form:
Rhyme
Mary Ann Buchanan, copy write 2014
THE FATE OF ATROPOS
I like to tell myself
“I am a dreamer “.
But, it’s not always true.
I’m afraid of the shoe that drops
Like others, I fear the sudden
Knock at the door.
I dread being poor, and worry
The fury of telling false truth.
The proof is; it attracts Atropos,
The Sister of Old Women-
Who likes to scare me.
But, I still dream a lot.
I like to tell her who cuts.
So what? Why not?
Categories:
atropos, dream, emotions, encouraging, fantasy,
Form:
Verse
Walking the line… as dancers in life
Stepping gingerly avoiding strife
Step by step not looking left or right up or down
Eyes fixed upon living life’s line --
Played out by Klotho—
Measured by Lachesis
In a nanosecond a fatal slip,
Causes an unexpected trip
Atropos’ final snip--
Fragile system malfunction
Resulting in extreme unction.
I as you, play my part
As we on Charon’s craft depart.
Categories:
atropos, destiny, imagery,
Form:
Rhyme
I have a still snivelling mirror
From the silk-cotton tree
But can that take the stabbing cowries
From my heavy,swollen foot?
I am in the dark the naked she-goat
Panting over flying stones.
I must eat washings of my half-thread
Sudden cut by Atropos;
I must return to almost forsaken ploughs
A balding soot by my wake
Amidst flying tongues of dagger and malice;
Poor manacle must watch armour-less
As malignant rats dart in mottled errands,
Breaking the last walls-the fields,and then
I must rove naked in the inky sky
And then sit under the cypress,
Chewing my fingers-ever.
How sudden the icy embrace
O that I had caught with you the ambulance crest.
Categories:
atropos, confusion, death, sad, flying,
Form:
Shears, indifferent where the fibers led,
She wielded innocent of dread,
Cutting what her sisters fed.
Slicing each fragile thread,
Thickened puddles spread,
steaming and red,
As he bled,
In bed.
Dead.
Rhymed Nonet
Categories:
atropos, allegory, death, fear, life,
Form:
Nonet
Part 2 - " Lily" / Kate Bush https://youtu.be/MWaqPOnR5wU
"The Red Shoes"
3
Pieces of Paper
A Line, A Cross, A Curve
HOME
Davenport
Ascot
…
3
Clotho
Lachesis
Atropos
Fate
or
Destiny
(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
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"The Red Shoes" / Kate Bush
https://youtu.be/rbbPPy_bNM4
"Lily" / Kate Bush
https://youtu.be/MWaqPOnR5wU
Categories:
atropos, destiny, fate, home, love,
Form:
Free verse