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Poetry, poetry

No. 881


Descensus in Cuniculi Cavum. By CpSingleton © 2015

My memory is mine enemy to
All the friends I’ve lost.
Their voices and their faces
Take from me a heavy cost.
Not only in my day to day, but
Especially when I sleep.
Reflections bounce off crystal
Caves and in dark holes that I peep.

Descensus in cuniculi cavum,
With Alice closest by my side,
Shows me more rooms where they
Wait in cooking pots and hide.
I’ll walk through and inexplicably
They will chat like no tomorrow:
These avatars of bygone friends that
My treacherous mind will borrow.
What motive could the dark Id have,
That it leaves me feeling lonely?
Is it telling that I can count on me.
Yet just it, the Id, and egos only?

I wake to empty walls and swollen brain.
Tired, but unsure I want to shut my eyes again.
Is it better to have lost friends and love?
A rotting carcass for the pecking of the dove?

Were my choices so inept that I’m
To forever to sit and drink their tea?
Spew out rhymes and sip from cups
That in no way revive and refresh me?
Will I work my way back to the picnic
In the upper land of green and field?
Leave the shadows, one and all,
To be permanently sealed?

These and other questions need
Addressing, there’s no doubt!
Before I shuffle off I must know what
My Jabberwocky is all about.
Doth it sliver with most vile intent
To chobber down my heart? Or
Is this just a game it plays to see
How far I’ll tear myself apart?

It doesn’t know me nither, no!
Not well enough to see,
That I may wib-warble and fall,
Though, get up a stronger me!

So, to the first verse that woke me,
Feeling down and very grey,
I say this: I will get up and go
About this winter’s day!
You may poke me with assumptions
Of the failure I may be, but
You’ll be the one a-shrugging when
The green returns to every tree.


About Chris42

I am a liar! A maker-uper of stories! If this was the 16 (c) I'd be burned as a witch. Fank goodness it is not, eh?! I have four children: two wonderful girls, a fantastic lad and Leeds United. I have no strict genre. I write children's poetry and stories, to edgy, stronger themes. Up until now I have stored them for my own and my family's viewing. Last year i thought bugger it and starred in several short films. One, Playground, which is on the BBC Film Network, used the monologue that I wrote for the audition. You should've seen the face of the receptionist, of the Manchester hotel, where the audition was being held, as I turned up dressed as the psychopath, Gordon. It got the desired effect! I then moved up to Cumbria and wrote and appeared in several live performances on stage. 2012. A local artist, Kayleigh Richardson, commissioned me to write a poem for her to paint a representation. I sent her, The Rise of the Robot Monkey Army. Kayleigh painted a fantastic piece that blew my mind! From that we are collaborating on the Jacob Bear series of stories. Oh and Two's Company is to published, along with seventeen other Sci Fi short stories as part of a collection. Not a bad start to the, so called, last year of the Earth. Now is the time to show the rest of you. I take my themes wherever i see them, whether in reality or dream-world. I hope you enjoy. If not tell me why. If so tell me why. Many thanks and be safe. So far I have published: Jacob Bear's first Christmas,https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B007GK872A (UK) http://www.amazon.com/dp/B007GK872A (USA) Jacob Bear Goes to School https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B007JD3OKY (UK) http://www.amazon.com/dp/B007JD3OKY (USA Jacob's First Words https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B007VZWPSC (UK) & http://www.amazon.com/dp/B007VZWPSC (USA) Space Here https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B007H96M90 (UK) &http://www.amazon.com/dp/B007H96M90#reader_B007H96M90 The Rise of the Sponge Cake Moon https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B007WWZ16M (UK) & http://www.amazon.com/dp/B007WWZ16M (USA) © Madstoffa, 2012. Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this blog’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited.


3 thoughts on “No. 881

  1. A beautiful daring edge… !

    Posted by Hanne T. Fisker | January 10, 2015, 4:57 pm

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