Category: History

Kindred Spirit

Kindred Spirit

My kindred spirit
we grew at the same time
but thousands
of miles apart
Destiny brought
us together
eventually and
a chance to restart
 
A connection
from our distant history
Knowing you
but how?
Lovers, perhaps
Yet it is a cruel love
One of deep emotion
Then and now
 
Could it be
Master and slave
from centuries past?
Crime and punishment
Why else would
love be so jagged?
Hearts that will never mend
Hidden in its diminishment
 
Is a lesson to be learned
this time around?
I ask as I heal myself
in silence, alone
I am no slave to anyone
At any time
This treatment
I can no longer condone
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Prompts

How do we heal ourselves - OctPoWriMo
Jagged - WotD
Mend - RDP
Kindred - Christine' daily writing prompt
Go Dog Go Cafe
Promote Yourself Monday
Go Dog Go Cafe

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Bonfire Night

Bonfire Night

Sparks shooting stars
up to the night sky
from the dried,
crackling wood
A child stares
into the flames
mesmerized
where he stood
 
This night
of fireworks and fire 
Bonfires burning
a Guy Fawkes effigy
Spare a penny
for the Guy mister?
Remember, remember 
the fifth of November
is the age-old elegy

 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Sue Vincent's Weekly Write/Photo

For those not familiar with Guy Fawkes day
and why it is celebrated, you can read about
him here

The Clearing

The Clearing

The sound of hooves on gravel
now in the distant past
The ground underfoot became soft
as she reached the clearing at last
 
Shelter from the noon day sun
was a welcome retreat
She nimbly dismounted her horse
Content to be out of the heat
 
It was not as she remembered
The foliage thicker, outstretched
She searched for the oak tree
Where their initials were etched 
 
The old watering trough
where they used to meet
Now hardly visible
and covered in mossy peat
 
Something always drew her to this place
Why had she come here this day?
Memories relived but soon forgotten
She mounted and rode away
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
 
In response to Sue Vincent's Thursday Write/Photo  - Shade

Word Prompt 
Nimble

Summer of ’74

Summer of ’74

It was spitting rain
in the heavy morning air
Big fat drops 
Spotting the pavement 
in polka dotted flair
 
Hotter than a stolen tamale
That summer of ‘74
Sweltering days passing
slower than molasses
Until you could take it no more
 
Irritable and sweaty
No energy for much
Tempers flared often
Among lovers and kin
who could barely touch
 
Finally, the heavens opened
and we danced in the street
It rained cats and dogs
Seeking vengeance on the sun
Our satisfaction replete
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

National Poetry Writing Month - NaPoWriMo
Day 10 - April 10th

Todays Prompt:
Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem that starts
from a regional phrase, particularly one to describe a weather
phenomenon. You may remember one from growing up, but
if you’re having trouble getting started, perhaps one of these
regional U.S. phrases used to describe warm weather will
inspire you. 


Word Prompt

Vengeance

Photo by Madeline Pere on Unsplash
 

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Tryst

Tryst


Could it be?
Surely not
After a lifetime
of travelers passing by

Was it still
in the same spot?
It was worth a try
 
In the crevasse
Down below
A keepsake
marking the day

A token of love
left there long ago
Buried under the clay 
 
With determination 
it was recovered
Invoking feelings
long forgotten

Lost in thoughts
Recollections stirred
All wrapped up in cotton
 
He had never returned
She was now certain
Their tryst
a faded memory

Faces become hazy
Promises spoken and broken
Conjured in a sweet reverie
 
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

In response to Sue Vincent's Thursday Photo Prompt

Word Prompt:  Haze

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Birthright

Birthright


From far away
he had traveled
back to the place
from whence he came
His life since unraveled
 
Retribution necessary
for a devastating wrong
He had suffered greatly
many moons ago
Now he must be strong
 
Here to face his adversaries
and reclaim what is his alone
His birthright and 
the crown of the land
Now he will retake his throne

 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
 

Hélène Vaillant's What Do You See Photo Prompt
 

Heritage

Heritage





Mollusk crusted rock
In the ancient midden 
Reflecting the life
Of times long hidden

History for us to unravel
In these gifts preserved
Stories of ancestors
Thoughtfully conserved

Uniformly collected
Treasures of times gone by
Chronicles the account
Of what happened, and why

Years of being derelict
Disrespecting our past
Acknowledging the fault was ours
Learning the lesson at last

We must forgive mistakes
Ignorance is not a crime
They knew not the value
Of that place and time



Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

DVerse Poets Pub hosted tonight by Frank Hubeny
He has challenged us with “Blame and Forgiveness”

Word Prompts:

Derelict

Fault

Uniform



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