So I'm late... BUT... I looked it up... it still is the 2nd of April somewhere in the world, but a little past midnight in NY & freaking Sunday arvo in Coolum... ahh well, no excuses... I'm late & I shall save my excuses for another time ;)
So, I semi remember how to blog...
1. Pour a glass of red wine
2... Well, the rest is unimportant, you are here, I am here & I am joining in Magaly's 'Dark Poetry for the Cruellest Month 2016' along with a heap of writers & those that want to weave prompts into their art, craft & training of small animals (yes absolutely all are welcome)...
OK... So an art/poem to share, containing 1 of the 9 lines offered by T.S.Eliot as a prompt (spoiler alert, it's the FIRST line) Also just because I'm totally chuffed to be part of this, I'll give you the heads up, go visit the other dudes partaking, Look, don't tell them I said, but they actually really can write, I really train small animals, my flea circus is a sight to behold ;) Now on with the show...
"That corpse you planted last year in your garden"
Deep down with discarded hope,
That soulless relic of a vessel you drained...
Will it kiss the full moonlit night soon?
Or, will the soils you prepared, to embrace and cradle your sin
Birth a field of putrid carrion?
Down, way down, down,
Deep down in your Secret Garden?