Sunday, April 3, 2016

SECRET GARDEN – Dark Poetry for the Cruellest Month, 2016 (Day 1)

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...

"Secret Garden"

"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?




12 comments:

Khaya Ronkainen said...

Oh, the awakening of corpses buried deep down in our secret gardens, makes for an anxious return. Will it kiss the moonlit night, indeed? A beautiful poem and an intriguing image to go with:)

Debra She Who Seeks said...

Well worth the wait!

Magaly Guerrero said...

First of all, you aren't late. One of the reasons why I only created 13 prompts for this year is that I wanted to give people a couple of days to read all the contributions. So... have another glass of wine to celebrate, because you made it with many hours to spare!

Now to your illustrated poem... Oh My Freaking Godly Corpses of the Deep! I love this, Shelle. Not just the deliciously creepy poetry, but also the obvious grin on the face of the skull. That fanged fellow is ready to party. Better set a place at the table... or under the bed. *giggles*

P.S. Thanks sooo much for reminding other participants to visit each other. We haven't been doing all that hot this year...

♥♥♥

Rommy said...

I love a good shiver in April! This was terrifically evocative. It had the feel of an old school ghost story and that painting is just perfect!

Sanaa Rizvi said...

This is absolutely spectacular :D and so worth the wait!

Lots of love,
Sanaa

http://wp.me/s5QHkk-prodigy

Ms Misantropia said...

Love your vampire skeleton!

Esther Shaindel said...

Mournfully gorgeous... And quite timely for me, as I'm about to write a piece on The Secret Garden (Frances Hodgson Burnett) - not about corpses, but in a way, wasn't the corpse of Colin's mother buried there? (Not literally.) Anyway, I love this. Thank you!

Magic Love Crow said...

You are wicked cool Shelle! Love! Big Hugs!

Holly said...

Wow, first off I want to say you have quite artistic bones. I love seeing your paintings across blogland and at dear Magaly's site. Secret garden is a delight in it's deep depths.

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

Beautifully written and wonderfully pictured.

Sharon Rawson said...

This speaks to me of secrets coming to light! Chilling, especially when paired with the deliciously grinning skull! Love the words and the painting!

Gina said...

I so loves your creepiness...I wish I could paint like you sister :D XXX