You may, if you wish, make some kind of link between the Haiku Challenge prompt of (FOOL and Head) and here is my Haiku. This week’s Décima Challenge is FORTUNE in the B rhyme line. This means you could write a haiku post using the prompt words. Then do a Décima post using this week’s prompt uniting the two with a common message.
The 2 CHALLENGES are SEPARATE but can be combined if YOU CHOOSE to do so. This week I do.
Image from Pixabay.
Here I’m trapped in this lonely place Tied and bound to dance to their tune. Hope gone, a soldier of fortune. It’s me, not you here at God’s grace. Fear creeping at relentless pace. Morphious brought as injection. This place spreads dread as infection. Keys jangle in the dead of night. Wings being clipped no hope of flight. Give out the pills like confection.
Ronovan said : You may, if you wish, make some kind of link between the Haiku Challenge prompt of (MAD and Sane) which and this Décima Challenge of GIFT in the B rhyme line. This means you could write a haiku post using the prompt words. Then do a Décima post using this week’s prompt uniting the two with a common message.
The 2 CHALLENGES are SEPARATE but CAN BE combined if YOU CHOOSE to do so. I chose to do so. Here is the link to my Haiku.
The gift of madness.
Image from Pixabay.
Corridors full of empty souls Dancing but their spirits won’t lift. Sanity is not ours to gift Lost forever all youthful goals Here hope is gone it downhill rolls. Screaming inside, making no sound Dancing in circles round and round. Foresake all hope of leaving here. Keeping guard, surrounded by fear. We’re all lost never to be found.
Welcome to the Décima Poetry Challenge. Each week we’ll be attempting a Décima, also known as an Espinela, poem.
If you don’t know how to write a Décima, click HERE to go to a post on How to Write an Espinela or Décima Poem.
You may, if you wish, make some kind of link between the Haiku Challenge prompt .Ebb and Flow and Sleep.
The two challenges are separate but can be combined if we choose to do so.
Tides of Madness
The tides of madness ebb and flow Restlessness only calmed by sleep. The waking hours make me weep. Dark seasons like days of shadow. Seeds of darkling around me grow. Fears inside me grow and recede. Monsters use my terror as feed. Madness has me held as captive. Rise and fall, trapped, no more to give. Madness eats my soul and I bleed
The above painting is work of Dorothea Tanning it is called The Madness of Doors.
The talent Geoff LePard posted about an exhibition he visited at Tate Modern. The exhibition was of the work of Dorothea Tanning. I was so taken by what Geoff had to say about his visit not only the artwork but also an over heard conversation in the cafe. You can read the post here. The Surreal in the Here and Now.
Below is one of Dorothea’s paintings it really took my eye and I had to write a mirror Etheree about it. This is just my interpretation, I am probably well off of the mark. I don’t care because it spoke to me. So thanks to Geoff we have.
The madness of doors.
Mad
You say
I am mad
This demon here
Knows better than that
I just gave birth to it
Don’t dare look at me like that
Mad, no I have opened the doors
Madness lies in closed doors, teathered souls
Clawing at the wood screaming to be free.
Don’t approach, this fruit of my womb may bite.
If you disturb it, it will take flight
Madness lies that way you must know
I’ll not take your food or drink
It will sully my milk
My child needs to feed
To sate it’s greed
I know I
Am not
Mad.
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The painting is by Dorothea Tanning. It is called Birthday, 1942, Oil on canvas.
I wrote about a birth before I found out it was actually called Birthday.
There it stood, in the early morning mist. Nothing but a shell, no heart or soul left. The mist concealing the true horror of what was left. Even after all these years I could hear the crackle of fire and the screams of those trapped inside.
They had built the house here in the middle of nowhere to impress on those incarcerated in there, even if they got through the locks or the bars on the windows that there was no where to go.
I had been there ten years before James arrived . He was so beautiful, in soul and body. He was a nurse on my wing and I soon fell in love with him. He, to his credit, did take over a year to fall for me. Yet fall for me he did and we planned to leave the house and be together forever.
We bided our time, this was good because we needed to lay our plans well.
Finally the night we had decided upon to leave arrived. James finished his shift at 11pm and he came to my room where I was packed and waiting.
James had everything planned to a tee. We were to leave as the staff handover was taking place, he had already made his excuses to get away without attending the meeting.
All went well and he hid me under a blanket in the back of his car. We were three quarters of a mile away from the hospital when he spotted the fire. I begged him not to stop I begged him to drive on but he told me to stay hidden in the car and he left me.
He ran back to the hospital and I followed him. I never saw him again, he died along with everyone else that night. No one survived, no one escaped. It took the fire brigade an hour to arrive by that time the screams had stopped and only one wing of the building was left ruined but standing.
I come back here every year on this day, the day the fire happened. I only wish the fire had not spread so fast, that the fire had not killed the electricity that locked the building down…that they all had died.
As 11.15pm arrives I see them coming out of the ruins they all walk hand in hand past me. I reach out to touch James, as I do every year, but he doesn’t look at me. Over his shoulder he calls, “I forgive you.”
This week HelenVahdati has set us the prompt to find a song about madness. I have spent the last three months teetering on the edge of madness and depression.
So I gave it some deep thought and came up the wonderful Alanis Morisette and her fabulous version of Crazy.
In a church by the face He talks about the people going under Only child knows…
A man decides after seventy years That what he goes there for, is to unlock the door, While those around him criticize and sleep… And through a fractal on a breaking wall, I see you my friend and touch your face again, Miracles will happen as we dream
But we’re never gonna survive unless We get a little crazy No we’re never gonna survive unless We are a little…
Crazy yellow people walking through my head. One of them’s got a gun, shoot the other one. And yet together they were friends at school Ohh, get it, get it, get it, no no no! If I were there when we first took the pill, Then maybe, then maybe, then maybe, then maybe… Miracles will happen as we speak.
[Chorus]
Crazy… No no, we’ll never survive, unless we get a little…bit…
In a sky full of people, only some want to fly. Isn’t that crazy? In a world full of people, only some want to fly. Isn’t that crazy? Crazy… In a heaven of people there’s only some want to fly. Ain’t that crazy? Crazy, crazy… crazy…
[Chorus]
No no, we’ll never survive unless, we get a little bit…
