Me, Myself… And Everyone Else

Just a young Irish girl, looking for somewhere to share my poetry.

Word of the Day 3: Sardanapalian June 16, 2012

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He paused,
Taking a moment
To glance in the mirror
And check himself over.

His top hat was tilted
At just the right angle.
White gloves encased
Baby-soft hands.
They had never seen
A proper day’s work.

His shirt was fastened
Almost all the way up.
The very top button was
Open, to let a little
Fresh air in.

His sardanapalian suit
Was just the right shade
Of grey for this season.
He smiled; a tight lipped
Smile, well-suited to his
Aristocratic background.
And just before he
Headed out, he bent down
To rub a mark off his shoes,

And made a mental note
To fire whoever had polished them
When he came back.

Sorry there was no poem yesterday, but I had a pretty hectic day, and I was feeling particularly uninspired. Also, the word was cunctation. How am I supposed to write a poem with that word in it?
Ah well. See you tomorrow!

 

Word of the Day 2: Imponderable June 14, 2012

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And as she searched
The imponderable depths
Of the cinereal ocean
From the safety of the ship,
Her gaze was caught
By something glistening
Deep down in the farthest depths.

Amongst the ashy battlegrounds
Of the distant sea bed,
One small, golden fish
Was swimming, dreamlike.
Gentle eddies spread out,
As he shaped the water, like putty,
Forming infinite, intricate shapes
Around his slender, lithe body.

As she watched, content
To dream away the sunny afternoon,
She sensed a disturbance
In the water’s peaceful aura.
Yet the little fish swam on,
Blissfully unaware, it seemed,
Of his impending doom.

She stifled back a cry:
The hapless fish would
Not hear her anyhow,
And it would simply alert
The adults on the boat,
Who might try to drag her away
From the scene unfolding below her.

So she simply sat and watched,
As a larger, dull-scaled fish
Crept up on the smaller, prettier beast.
As he crept ever closer
She, in her innocent mind,
Imagined the larger animal
Was simply jealous.

After the larger fish
Had swallowed the smaller whole,
She, bored now, wandered off,
And rejoined the adults
On the upper deck.

My, aren’t we being fancy today? For anyone who doesn’t know, cinereal simply means grey, and imponderable means, in this case, immeasurable. I hope you like it. It has to be one of the longest poems I have ever written, so well done if you got all the way down here! I actually read through the whole post this time, so hopefully there will be less typos. Enjoy!

 

Word of the Day 1: Mewl June 13, 2012

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Another new thing I’ve decided to try out is a poem a day inspired by this word of the day. Today’s word is ‘mewl’.

What do you do
When the innocent mewl
Of your starving child
Is the only thing
That keeps you sane?

Though you’re losing your mind,
The poor darling child
Serves to remind you
You’re not the only one
In pain here.