Love in the Dungeons

Born of dragons, breathes
fire to transform a stunted
dwarf; a thing of beauty

Faithful servant adrift
falls hard into the arms
strong as a mountain

Dwarf seeking glory
leads scaly prince
down the Dungeons

Where race card matters
not. Master awaits to
officiate the union.

Note: Dragonborn and Dwarf are characters from a fantasy roleplaying game, I amuse myself with in my spare time.

Poem in response to prompt, “Legendary Beings in Love” for Dark Poetry for the Cruellest Month Challenge.

Somebodyism

Sensitive and misunderstood affliction of the soul
manifests in bewildering ways:
excessive unhappiness
wounded confidence
ego under stress

Tried and tested:
a dose of tears as often as required
some swear egomania offers temporary relief
and awareness soothes the compassionate soul

But F.I.N.E symptoms soon emerge
(Freaky, Irritable, Neurotic & Emotional)

Patient confined with imaginary friends talks about
words, together they coin a new term – talksanity.

Proud of achievements, talks about ME
all the time. An irritating itch
on susceptible wounds

Urgent medical breakthrough needed
as somebodyism continues to infect
inhabitants of the vale.

Note: I have to admit, I found this prompt difficult. I hope I did it justice.


In response to: “Write a poem that illustrates the symptoms of a quirky made up illness” Dark Poetry for the Cruellest Month Challenge.

Coloured Flashcards

Bring me all your dreams
of splendid restful nights
flashes of inspiration
envy to your friends

Bring me all the flashers
especially the one
with sterling ideas
pinned
prized
a collector’s item
things colourful dreams
are made of

Bring them all!
Let’s create flutter fun
fantasy and nightmare
to dance with fire
for the witch must burn.

Note: We still burn witches (effigies) in Finnish countryside, that is, Easter & Midsummer Bonfires, a tradition carried over from pagan days. I found this practice peculiar at first but nowadays I enjoy it, for reasons that have nothing to do with the tradition. I’m a list freak. I’ve got a number of ‘to-do’ lists going at the same time. I pick colours of flashcards (according to the mood) and write ideas, one-word triggers, one-liners, dialogue from my eavesdropping occupation and so on. They decorate my working space. One day I promise, I’ll peel them all off the wall and throw them in the fire. Imagine what peculiar fun that would be!