Good morning and Happy Hump Day! The debate continues with regards to masking up. I’m vaccinated and twice boosted so I have stopped wearing a mask in public, unless of course I’m in a medical facility, and then I respectfully comply. It all makes perfect sense to me. However I am still shocked at some of the behavior I witness. Why argue about it? Do you want to be dead right?.
Poor Vincent here had a good argument!
For Linda G. Hill’s One Liner Wednesday
“Just let me go”, I said angrily as I pushed his arm away and headed down the hallway.
“Why do you always have to be in control?” I yelled at him slamming the door on his enraged voice.
I need air and space, I thought. Much space between us. I can never think straight when he gets so argumentative and demanding. My back is always against the wall and I struggle to justify my actions when he is firing questions at me.
I went out to the hazel wood because a fire was in my head and it felt like my stack would blow. A gentle breeze through the trees was calming and eventually the flames died down. I could think clearly once again.
I walked for what seemed hours.
“Where did you go?”, he asked on my return.
“Anywhere but here”, I replied
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Kim, from Writing in North Norfolk is hosting Prosery at D'Verse Poets tonight. She has prompted us to write a story of no more than 144 words to include these lines from "The Song of the Wandering Aengus" by William Butler Yeats. I went out to the hazel wood, Because a fire was in my head, You can read the whole poem here Image by Valiphotos from Pixabay
You poked the hornets’ nest
and wondered why you were stung
You messed with me
and felt a lashing from my tongue
You had no right
to challenge me that way
False accusations
There’s a price to pay
Quickly accelerating
like an arsonist’s fire
An out of control situation
Became inexplicably dire
A treasured trust
now in a shamble
Cascading verbiage
Needing a descramble
As you stand at my altar
with your heart in hand
You are at my mercy
or else be damned
I will build a bridge of hot coal
and across you will walk
You will make amends
Until then, no more pillow talk
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©:
Word Prompts
Shambles
Treasure
Bridge
Cascade
Anticipating your response
Of what will surely come
I brace for the onslaught
My nerves tightening
As I become more fraught
Vacillating the point
Until we were drained
Back and forth and back again
Wishing it would end
But the winner does not yet reign
Storming off in anger
I see you under the lamppost
Smoking a cigarette
Exhausted from the argument
I prefer solitude feeling a threat
After an abundance of angst
You come back in the house
Our boiling has lowered to a simmer
Your eyes find mine
and hope is now a glimmer
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
Word Prompts:
OctPoWriMo – Poem a Day – Prompt: Strange Animals
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