Whipping Post

Whipping Post

Tie me to that whipping post
yet one more time
It has become your obsession
to punish what you see as a crime
My expression does not please
the sound of my voice must grate
It is anything, something, nothing
that awakens your hate
Sideswiped without warning
I am at the mercy of your mood
which appears suddenly, no warning
and then begins the feud
Always tempted to fight back
Before reflecting on the cause
I have first to protect myself
from your menacing claws
No time to prepare for what transpires
Buried in the avalanche of your emotion
My eyes and mouth open in surprise
The air as cold as the Arctic ocean
It’s always about you, no thought for me
Escalating tension, words never to return
No winner declared as usual
The situation is now of grave concern

Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Image by PixArc from Pixabay 

Word Prompts:



Petticoat Lane, London E.1

Petticoat Lane

Ladies and gents, roll up, roll up 
The request of Cockney patter
You won’t believe your eyes
goes the stallholder’s chatter
Merchandise galore 
from soup to nuts
A new set of plates
or some fabric cuts
Fresh baked bagels
and plenty of nosh
Saris and leather goods
Some things quite posh
Fruits and vegetables
Ribbons and lace
Plants and flowers
Caricatures of your face 
Clothing and shoes
in all shapes and sizes
Treasures to be found
Bargains are the prizes
A pint of whelks
or some dressed crab
Toffee apples on a stick
Butter on the marble slab
A melting pot of cultures
in the London’s East End
A market for everyone
Where personalities blend
An historic market
From centuries ago
Everything still for sale
on somebody’s barrow
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Sarah is hosting D'Verse Poets tonight and has prompted
us with our memories of markets. Mine is of Petticoat Lane
in London where I used to go as a child. It was colorful
and memorable

A Walk in the Woods – Flash Fiction

Walk in the Woods

Walking slowly through the woods, Jessica was lost in her thoughts. It had been an emotionally driven weekend and she desperately wanted to shake off the remnants of the past two days.  

She stopped suddenly when far away an interrupted cry jerked her out of her reverie. She wondered what it could be.  Perhaps someone was hurt or an animal maybe.

Hearing it again she moved quickly towards the sound.  She had come off the trail and was venturing into the deep forest. The sound was closer now, and as she pulled back some wayward bushes, she saw it. 

There in front of her was a dog tied to a tree.  It was clearly distressed

‘Oh, you poor doggie, who did this to you?’ Jessica said tenderly

‘Get away from the bitch.  Now!’ he said as he pointed the 12-gauge shotgun at her.

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

144 words

Bjorn is hosting at D'Verse Poets this Monday and has
challenged us to write some flash fiction - no more than
144 words. It also has to include this line from
"When far away an interrupted cry"
from Acquainted with the Night by Robert Frost

Word Prompt


Image by composita from Pixabay

Song Lyric Sunday – Baby I Love Your Way

Jim Adams has prompted us this week with Desire, Lust, Romance and Passion for Song Lyric Sunday. I think ‘love’ figures in there somewhere so I have chosen an old Peter Frampton song. He wrote and recorded it in 1975 but I much prefer this reggae-style version by Big Mountain from 1994. I hope you enjoy it too!

Baby I Love Your Way
Big Mountain

Shadows grow so long before my eyes,
And they're moving across the page
Suddenly the day turns into night,
Far away, from the city
Don't Hesitate, 
'Cause your love won't wait
Ooh baby I love your way,
I Wanna tell you I love your way,
I Wanna be with you night and day
Moon appears to shine, and light the sky,
With the help, of some fireflys
I Wonder how they have the power to shine, shine, shine,
I Can see them, under the pine
But Don't hesitate,
'cause your love won't wait
Ooh baby I love your way,
I Wanna tell you I love your way,
I Wanna be with you night and day
Well don't, don't hesitate,
'Cause your love, won't wait,
I Can see the sunset in your eyes,
Brown and grey, and blue besides
Clouds are stalking islands in the sun,
I wish I could buy one, out of season,
But don't hesitate,
'Cause your love won't wait,
Ooh baby I love your way,
I wanna tell you I love you way,
I Wanna be with you night and day
Ooh baby I love your way
Songwriters: Peter Kenneth Frampton
Baby, I Love Your Way lyrics
© Universal Music Publishing Group

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