Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge 373 LINE and Toe.

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This is part of Ronovanwrite’s Weekly Haiku Challenge.

a line drawn in sand
riffle butt and vicious toe
so much blood will flow.

The video below is about Lybia but it just as easily could be Afghanistan.

Abandoned

They found  her curled up  in the suitcase, childlike.

Peaceful  and  gently  beautiful all the pain gone.

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She  waited, empty  lean  years , her  suitcase  packed.

He  promised  he’d  come  for her,  he promised  he’d come  back.

At first  she lived  a  normal  life  going about  the  everyday  things

Yet  she  waited  and  hoped  and spurned  love  and the  joy  it  could bring.

 

The  days  were  not  too bad  but  the nights  took  their  toll.

She  yearned  for him  and the need  grew after dark . It  ate  her  soul.

Suitors took the  walk  to her  door  but  none  of  them  got  past  the start

None  ever  matched up  to  him , the  man  who  had stolen  her  heart.

 

She  died  an  old  maid, aunt  and  friend  to  many

Dreams  and  promises  broken. The  man  did not keep  any.

Lovers  she  could  of had, remembered  her  with a  smile

The  room and  the  suitcase  stand  testament to  her  love all the while ……..

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Art work   by kind  permission of   John Grant  from his  blog  Meticulous Mick 

 

Truth Wept as it Lied.

The light is blinding and white.

I try to take a step but I am frozen by fright.

What is there beyond the door,

We have all wondered and asked this before.

If fear is the enemy then who is by my side

I thought it was truth  but truth wept as it  lied.

There is something though, I feel a steadying hand

A voice  is telling me that all has been planned.

Tell me please, I start to cry,

Why did he leave me, why did truth lie?

I reach for the peace I long to hold,

It always eludes me and leaves me cold.

I tread carefully along the floor,

It always betrays me and creaks as I near the door.

Will I ever know the answer, will my fears ever fly,

I though truth was my ally but truth ,well, truth  lied.

I am tired now my strength is all spent

I look for hope but he also went.

I move forward  escape to gain

But  I am betrayed my efforts in vain.

My eyes are opened  my vision now cleared

I turn for support  but it ends as I feared.

If fear is the enemy then who is by my side

I thought it was truth  but truth wept as it  lied.

The Stand 3

His fangs sank deep in to my neck as I fell I heard something crack. I couldn’t breath with the weight of that filthy hound on my back. My hair was red with blood the dog knocked me down with a thud!

He ran his paw along my spine I stabbed him hard with my knife. I took pleasure in hearing him whine. I felt his blood gush out of the wound, it fair made me heave. I swear I felt his evil soul crawl across my bleeding body as he took his leave.

I threw his filthy carcass off and and tried to make a stand. I pushed my hands in to the sludge but to rise was harder then I’d planned.

At once another hound was on my back. I was so very tired I cursed the help I lack. This one is toying with me I feel him push my face in to the maggots and demons on the ground. They  claw my eyes and scratch my face. I tried to scream blood fills my mouth I cannot make a sound.

Up on the hill I see a flash or is it a trick of the light. Is this help can I dare hope. Could that be the Lady Pen……. is that  a dragon’s smoke.

The pain is growing too much for me to bare, I feel I must give in now that my true allies are here. I feel the life draining from me I can no longer see. My spirit floats above me  the battle to  oversee.

TO BE FINISHED……………………..

THE STAND 2

They had left me, they had gone. I alone stood to face the foe from hell.

The slime and shit that crawled up my spine shrank back as they got the smell.

Unmistakable the stench of below where fungus festers and brimstone flows.

The Dogs were coming at me now , I raised my sword and drew my knife

I could smell their breath and feel their heat upon my skin, I loved life

but I feared that mine had run it length. I dug deep within to find my strength.

The hounds drew near acid from their mouths burned my toes, the stench of their breath got right up my nose. Their teeth began to tear at  my legs loosing the demons off my back the shit the dregs . I was glad their grip was gone they had been draining my strength for far too long.

I swung my sword and slashed with my knife,

I made them bleed and I gave them strife.

They bit my shoulder and ripped my arm, how I bled

I screamed and kicked and hacked at last one of the dogs was dead.

The others angry at their brothers demise roared and rolled their demon eyes.

I was certain all was lost all bridges burnt all mountains crossed!

I raised  my head up to the sky as a dog leaped at my throat and screamed OH! God,Don’t Let Me Die!

TO BE CONTINUED………..

The Stand

Alone I stood.  Lost, deserted railing at the moon.

Angry  was I, and abandoned too soon.

Fled, they had all left me to my fate

My preparations barely finished  all my hopes blown away like loss of faith.

Unready, unprepared I felt my pride and strength begin to drain.

It was not so much what I had to face  but, their betrayal that caused the pain.

My body twitching my bladder suddenly emptied.Was I this, wretched weak

Could I  not hold my pride whatever the future was, no matter how bleak.

As the last lights of their lanterns disappeared from sight

I was engulfed  by dark and the unholy spirits of the night!

They curled around  my feet and drank the water I had passed.

The ran their tongues and claws up my spine. I did not know if I could last.

Suddenly with no warning there they were, blood for drool and fire in their fur.

They stretched and then they caught my scent,  piss and fear heavy on the air.

There was nothing for it, what else could I do.

Those bastard cowards left me here and I would damn well see it through.

I took a breath and faced them ignoring the demons on my back.

I raised my sword and screaming I threw myself into the attack!

TO BE CONTINUED………..

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