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Port Of Souls. My second ekphrastic poem for National Poetry Month.
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I have lost it among these others
who, like me must be more water than fire.
Hell is home to the lost
sat on plastic chairs
among family and friends
who cannot remember who you are,
recount stories they cannot recall
repeating a few moments before,
eyes do not glint but watch
with you the rise and fall of her lungs
in hope she will awake and know them.
Port Of Souls. My personal National Poetry Month Challenge is an Ekphrastic one. Each day I will write an ekphrastic response to a fresh painting by Marcel Herms. Here is my first.
We are all bottom bags of bones,
What’s a soul in this fishlocked port?
Goodbye is the only response.
for skeletons that get laid.
Buried in this earth going ocean.
Bones have souls too.
Ours do not disappear when skin
and muscle rot. Marrow breathes.
water locked inside a hard casket.
We yearn against dryness,
against thirst. I kept her lips
wet, wished she would awake.
“A Double” up at CultureCargoCult.com Thankyou Dylan.
“A Double” up at CultureCargoCult.com
Thankyou Dylan
http://www.culturecargocult.com/poetry/a-double-by-paul-brookes/ via @cultcargocult
An Apt Fifteenth Century Murder Mystery: A Cup.of Easter Ale (1531)
I know. I bring this out every Easter. It still works, I believe. A Medieval Murder Mystery for you.
How did Henry Wombwell die?
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1531 in the reign of Henry VIII , Deposition of Sir Richard Tempest, aged 52, ( died 1537 in prison after supporting the Pilgrimage of Grace)
A year before his death
Henry Wombwell with
William Grene, Christopher Husteler
and Edward Lee came
to Bolling Hall to see me
and Henry said to me
”I desire you to be
a good master
and friend unto me
for I have my lands
and goods so ordered
I cannot help myself
I am put in jeopardy
of my life and fear
to continue without
your help” or suchlike.
He told me “I was put
in a chamber in my own
house, and kept there
and if Stansfield had not
broken down the door
I would have been destroyed.
William Grene helped free me
and he is feared to be slain
and would have peace
and remedy.”
And…
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