warning: ancient crone blood

Smeegle's Seizure
poem by untonuggan 

( trigger warning: PTSD, reference to rape, seizures )

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I write silly limmericks to cope when I am out of cope. Probably I should do this when I am not out of cope, too; this is something I am working on. Anywho, here's one from recent days:

There once was a boy, Harry Potter,
whose patronus was not weasel or otter;
with a brilliant stag,
dementors he did bag,
and Tom Riddle's army did totter.

jjhunter  and I had a collaborative poetry jam! We wrote seven poems in three days, and now we're posting about the process and putting up our favorite poems over on poetree . Today is day two. You should check it out!

PS Signal-boosts appreciated, if you are up for it.

Tanka 12/14/2012

stamps whisper stories
a journey from hand to truck
unknown messengers
the promise of a letter
unopened, with words to spill

nudged to write again by reading the works of jjhunter , ysabetwordsmith , alee_grrl ,cadenzamuse and all the folks on poetree . Thank you!

Poem written for one of my penpals...who I don't think follows me here, so hopefully it won't spoil the snail mail surprise!

Remember how I wrote that sacred poem etheree for the Poetree challenge awhile back? Well, folks suggested that I make it a double etheree (or whatever one would call it) to complete the wheel, so to speak. I finally got around to doing that, so here it is. Thought I'd post it in time for the Sunday Picnic over on poetree .

What prompted this? Super not-so-secret plans to maybe make some sort of zine...probably available electronically in pdf and/or epub via donation with some/all of proceeds going to charity. There will be writing not posted online! And doodles/drawings! And maybe some knitting patterns! Who knows! It's exciting and deserves exclamation points! I have collected 19 printed pages of writing so far, and I haven't even gotten to what's stored on my netbook.


wheel of the year
by untonuggan 

birth
the first
ewe of spring
a fertile rite
of Brigid's warm hearth
the wheel has turned again
rejoice in Imbolc's promise
not long til the crocus bursts forth
not long til we dance round the maypole
not long til Midsummer, and nights grow long

Mayapples have faded, fruition bursts forth
now it's John Barleycorn's time again
Lammas, harvest, giving thanks
as leaves fade from trees, so light
again begins to fade
the Veil at Samhain
is thin as night
Midwinter
not-death
birth


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wolf tanka

once there were packmates
paws, familiar scents, hunters
to help bring down prey
humans came, we were hunted
faint pawprints in snow, alone

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written by untonuggan
for jb_slasher 
prompt: wolves

Wow, that was amazing! I got a year's worth of dreamwidth points in a matter of hours. Everyone rocks! Officially.

I got several donations from anonymous donors, and in gratitude I'm going to pay it forward by posting some poetry I've written recently and possibly also posting some icon backgrounds for anyone to snag. (Note: I may be using them as icons myself as well.) I'll start with this poem here....I hope no one is opposed to Buddhist themes. ;)

Mindful Origami

crane
folded
pause, inhale
paper symbol
origami peace
an exhale for each crease
from my lungs to trees' new leaves
with one mindful act, a sapling
inhales into a forest, exhales
into paper, a crane, rebirth, no self.

~lizcommotion

poetree  Challenge #11 was to write a sacred poem. I know I'm a bit stuck on etherees at the moment, but here's another one. (I just like the form, okay?)

wheel of the year

birth
the first
ewe of spring
a fertile rite
of Brigid's warm hearth
the wheel has turned again
rejoice in Imbolc's promise
not long til the crocus bursts forth
not long til we dance round the maypole
not long til Midsummer, and nights grow long

...and also jjhunter 's dare that I enter. This idea has actually been kicking around in my brain since Friday, and it turns out a poem was the perfect way to express it. The following is an etheree, which is a very fun poem to write.

"Up/Down"

up
pedal
pump up hill
keep beat with breath
don't stop, don't think just
feel body flow breathe in
still on the edge of the hill
mockingbird breathes its soulmate's song
warbling in time with legs' up down
crescendo and crest the hill, fly back down


poem cross-posted to bicycles