Throwback Thursday #8 – Collections.

This week it is Lorraine at LSSATTITUDEOFGRATITUDE . To choose the prompt for Throwback Thursday Memory Blog hop. Next week Maggie at FROMTHECAVEWALLS will return, as they

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This week’s prompt is: Collections – Take this prompt wherever it leads you.

I have never been much of a collector, as a child I did collect dolls from different countries but to be honest that was more my sisters and mum’s idea than mine I just went along for the ride . Really from when I could read words , poems, lyrics and music have been my collections. So here are three of my favourite collection pieces.

The Collecter of bones

Image Fond Here

For  the longest  time  the child  had  collected bones  and dead insects.

Body parts she  cut  from animals  so  she could learn  how  they  worked .

Not  dead  animals  the  organs  had  to  be alive  and pumping

Warm and  growing,  breathing , flowing.

It  had  started  with  a bone  collection  but  she had  needed  to have  more knowledge.

She  collected  spiders  and  insects  from the hedge .

Soon  cats and  dogs went  missing , they’d disappear?

Her  mother shut  her eyes  to what  she guessed, keeping  silent her fear.

The  child  spent  less and  less  time  at home

She  preferred to be in the woods foraging  on her  own.

Then  the odd  baby   disappeared  from  it’s cot

The  need  for  learning   was  all that mattered  to  the swot.

One  day  she was gone,  she  did not  return home

The  child  had  decided  it  was time  to roam.

With  necklaces of  eyes  and  ears  and trinkets  made of  bone

She traveled  the word  her  skills to  practice  and hone.

bone collector.

Image Found Here

 Lock  your  windows , close  your  doors

She  is out  there  crossing  fields  and  moors

She is  bigger now  and  stronger

Only  harvests  what  she needs, keeps her donors  alive  longer

What  made  the child want  to  collect this  way

The  thirst  for  knowledge  one  might  say.

Or  maybe  pure  evil invaded  her  whole

She  was  such a  beauty  in  body  but not in soul.

Beware  when out on  day or  night

Beware  those eyes  so angelic  a sight .

Run from the clink of bone and tooth

She  will not  spare  you  and  that is  the truth!

She is only out to collect

So lock your doors and your loved ones protect.

****

The Hairdresser the soul collector

Image from Pixabay

At the hairdressers, shampoo rinsing in the sink behind you, water drip drip drip.

Towel drying your tresses then combing out the knots slick slick

Time now for the magic scissor blades eating at your hair, clip clip clip.

Talk of last nights conquests, who was with who and did what dig dig dig dig.

Would you like a coffee, tea or water, coffee black no sugar, please sip sip sip .

Get the feathering done now, scissor blades flash hair falls snip snip snip

Oh! that’s my favourite song, oh yeah! it is just so good to dance to click click click.

Are you holidaying this year?on safari, me? not this year I can’t afford the trip trip trip.

The junior brings the coffee in her pretty flip flops painted toes go flip flip flip.

Spraying lacquer, styling mousse , firming gel and hot brush, hair goes flick flick flick.

A tease here, a lift there.Wow that looks good don’t ya think ! slick slick slick

Time to pay into your purse you dip zip zip zip

And a tip yes, another dip dip dip !

cutting your souls

Men and women come in for styles outrageous as they dare dare dare.

Couples too come for his and hers styles and I do the pair pair pair.

They are always pleased and say my rates are fair fair fair.

They come to me once a month so I can cut their hair hair hair.

I make them beautiful so their friends will stare stare stare.

They say my styles are beautiful, amazing yes I have a flair flair flair.

They have no idea I am collecting their souls, they don’t care care care.

They get the unique styles they want, I get souls which I will not share share share.

As I sweep up the cuttings from the floor, well they are spare spare spare.

I am never late, my job is my life and I live up the stairs stair stair stair.

This is my life cutting their souls for me it is like breathing air air air air.

*****

The Dream collector.

Image here

Every night while we sleep

Across the lake her nets she casts deep

It is not fish but our dreams

Our hopes, needs and all our schemes.

Secret birds of the night

Spy her whilst on their endless flight.

Why does she spend every night

Endeavoring our dreams to hold tight.

She is waif like she is fair ,

She is heart broken and full of dispair .

Why does she always cast her net at night

Shying away from us and avoiding the light.

Once like us she walked in the light

Before she was condemned to endless night.

She had a lover who she worshiped and adored

Yet he betrayed and left her though she wept and implored.

Anger and jealousy beset her she could not live

She could not breath or think without her lover

In rage she sort him out and she did discover

He was wrapped in the legs and arms of another.

She cut them deep, she bled them dry

And as she did all she could do was cry.

She screamed at the Sun to no longer shine on her

She begged the Moon to keep her and never let this hurt reoccur

The God of love and goodness took pity on her

Set her to fishing for dreams in hope her soul to repair.

So this endless task is hers,  never to be free

Of all the hopes and dreams that escape from you and me

Secret birds of the night

Spy her whilst on their endless flight.

Why does she spend every night

Endeavoring our dreams to hold tight.

********

Thank you for reading.

23 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Ritu
    Oct 17, 2021 @ 15:08:17

    Great collection poems, Sis I🥰

    Reply

  2. Deborah Drucker
    Oct 17, 2021 @ 16:36:53

    Spooky poems for this time when Halloween grows near.

    Reply

  3. Maggie
    Oct 17, 2021 @ 17:15:54

    I left this same comment on your link on my post:

    I understand collecting words, building an entire place, time or essence, built from individual words skillfully and masterfully put together. This is what I love about this challenge – it is up to an individual’s interpretation. You have a talent with some bizarre situations and ideas, Willow. Bravo. Thanks for joining in.

    Reply

  4. lssattitudeofgratitude
    Oct 17, 2021 @ 21:07:14

    Thanks for joining in Willow. I totally understand collecting words. Your poems are deep. My definition of a collection is a group of things you enjoy. Your collection is perfect.

    Reply

  5. Dale
    Oct 18, 2021 @ 13:18:47

    What a wonderful collection, Willow!
    Have a fantabulous day!

    Reply

  6. robertawrites235681907
    Oct 19, 2021 @ 06:31:24

    Absolutely splendid poems, Willow. Sharing.

    Reply

  7. Betty Hayes Albright
    Oct 21, 2021 @ 00:30:18

    Willow, I enjoyed this collection of poems – enjoyable and imaginative images!

    Reply

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