Bacchus confronts us in a shady place, A tangled grove, and he, astride a cask. Gross limbs and belly, small besotted face, And lips pursed to the uptilted flask. A buxom dryad, white against his tan, Attends him (sturdy spirit o' the trees) ; As free a woman she as he a man, But gracious-limbed enough to please. Sportive, she smoothes his unambrosial hair, And binds a ruddy vine about his brows; A filet fit for marry-makers, where the wild and tendrilled berry grows. But stay, dryad, what need hath Bacchus' head of leafy trimmings ? Twist a leaf or two and wreathe his hardy nudity instead~ Garland him largely, Dryad, do !
Categories:
tendrilled, culture, dream, drug, freedom,
Form: Free verse
Lying in the dark
the fuse and fuzz of shadows
as they meld and malform
glimmers of lost light
spit their desperation
Creaks and cracks mutter
a defiance of the day
The dull ache of alone
parades itself in glorious glory
night it’s favourite catwalk
The mind so hopeful
of some malevolence
it’s tendrilled traces ripping
me apart
to end this numb
but nothing ever comes
Categories:
tendrilled, poems,
Form: Free verse
There are simple pleasures in country things,
Hayrides and harvesting in the epoch of fall.
In the season when leaves fly with golden wings.
Porches where folks strum on guitar strings,
sharing iced tea and fond memories enthrall.
There are simple pleasures in country things.
Upon a fence, a tendrilled morning glory clings,
Purple blooms climbing on a white-washed wall.
In the season when leaves fly with golden wings
Feeling northerly winds this time of year brings.
Watching flocks fly south in answer to time's call.
There are simple pleasures in country things.
Swaying on hammocks or old wooden swings,
dancing a two-step and voices speaking in drawl.
In the season when leaves fly with golden wings.
Living a good life much richer than great kings,
and waiting for snow that nature cannot forestall.
There are simple pleasures in country things,
in the season when leaves fly with golden wings.
11/03/2022 ~ Third Person Villanelle Contest
Sponsored by L Milton Hankins
Categories:
tendrilled, life, simple,
Form: Villanelle
here before
your very eyes
i will turn
a_ ____
into a sigh
all the words
to come
and any that has been
i could sub a jug as i ate
always off tanned gent
We the ird
Strange strangers seem to stray as they come our weigh
yeah i used the wrong way
the our in our voices
was the multiple i only speak to
in crowded cobweb
tendrilled shadows cower within
or let take a turn
at some other time cost
this is your stop
watch your step
Categories:
tendrilled, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Its pools of elastic black oil
that pulls lines and curves
spaces pausing words
a flick of a tale
a flick of a tail
tendrilled T's that stretch and yawn
U's that capture like cups
O's that don't stop or start
slytherin squiggles of serpentine s's
i hang a hammock between too Y'S
not too wise
without the h would it urt
scratching scrawls that screech of something soulless
feathered fails and faltered falls
scripts of pain and love that came before
lies that slip the silence
truths that never shared
Hope that just hopped by
Fear pulled sorry by the ear
until it shed a tear
Eating away at the hate
What words will i let go
which will i store for another
Which sword is wrnog
which rite is write
Categories:
tendrilled, poetry,
Form: Free verse
He took my hand gently
his skin soft velveteen
i think he smiled
or at least the corner of his mouth arched
in synchronicity with his perfectly lined eyebrow
as his fingers entwined them selves in mine
and he pulled me slowly closer
his aftershave dying apples and caramel past its point
a trace of his fingernail
as his hand rested
in the nape of my back
Behind tables and friends
disappeared in snarling mists
the music warping squelching
into a single pounding beat
spinning me
as my feet
broke it promise to earth
No bead of sweat
no catch of breath
waiting for some benevolencey-i know this is wrong but i like the sound
to try to cut in
Jesus i can't breathe in hear
but still keep the beat that i here
feel his heat
from his burning chest
Now pins of light peer from the darkness
Tendrilled horny shadow beast
that beg to watch our wanting
wrapped like a slithering
denrut around
he draws his hands through my hair
tucking strands behind my ear
his breath singe skin
eyes refuse to close
lips pursed in forever increasing lines
that splint of light that spits and spills
across lips of ruby named.
He whisper are you mine
nope but soon
Categories:
tendrilled, poetry,
Form: Free verse
We live in the jaws of Leviathan
locked in His tendrilled tongue, twisted and
gasping for air
a second to breath
as it's scaled spit scales across our head
the saliva corrodes our flesh with a painless
hiss that pours into our pores
We fall into the creature's throat
descending into the pitch black
We feel it's waning heart beating us
To batter of meat and crushed dreams
smothered us with lullaby
We are not scared.
We know what's to become of us.
A footnote of history.
digested over time whilst we
drown in its intestinal fluid
until we are spat back out
from His rectum with
our remains remaining
a fable for future kin
For God has created this creature
that we had the misfortune to live in.
Categories:
tendrilled, analogy, angst, animal, god,
Form: Free verse
God what you done recently
my only fear that death
isn't the end of this
counting pennies to buy dinner
see i stand
as you stare
from a ladder
perilously position
on top of a chair
without care
thoughts to air
welcome to my lair
where from shadows glare
unravelled eyes stare
and tendrilled fingertips
seem to point
that i am there
there i know i live in here
Categories:
tendrilled, poetry,
Form: Free verse
The tendrilled fingertips oil their way
from shadow black empty tree limbs
moonlight limps its way
between clouds that grey from the dark
the deep dead spitting splinters
of long gone stars
the close darkness holding
your concern a little two long
will there be evil vile live eyes looking back
Categories:
tendrilled, poetry,
Form: Free verse
loneliness sifts and drifts in light and shadow
hope always just a valley behind
with a mountain top to scale
never to glimpse
tendrilled fingertips pull deep
from within
drowning in not being
Categories:
tendrilled, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Writing outside
where the failing wind
sources my contours
the whoosh of irreverent travel
slips the ear
and the bristle yap of a garden dog
above mist swords
and billowed edges
whisper in a diluted sun
set for another encore
grass tantalises with samba sways
and bushes wave their tendrilled fingers
in evenings gaps
golden ashes transmute to dirt
as dancing flies
cool in disputed thermals
Categories:
tendrilled, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Headlights cleave
Thin vapoured weave
Hotblack top
Cooked and stopped
Slice through air
Tendrilled hair
Steamy swirling
Ballroom whirling
Sweaty, surged, pressed
Hard-nosed crest
Closing behind
All but forgotten
Red-light gleam
Dimming, dimming
Weather’s dream
Categories:
tendrilled, beauty, rain,
Form: I do not know?
Now my tendrilled soul,
Has found its pergola-- Christ--
To wind its way up....
Categories:
tendrilled, death, faith, imagination, lost
Form: Haiku