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Week 161 (March 28th-April 3rd). Poems. Topic: Fairytale from Down Under.
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Her hands rubbing sun lotion in
have roused to arms a million men,
her glance to ocean bottoms hurled
the warships of a lust-mad world.
Will she leave me to flak by night
or the Pacific’s blue daylight
in airplanes flaming to the sea
in bloodthirsty eternity?

Mute Mermaid
Under the murky, green sea,
there sleeps a water witch.
She sleeps with a key
within an ocean ditch.
A mermaid with red hair,
holds a locket close and dear.
Unafraid of the sun's glare,
it is the witch she fears.
She swims for miles.
Mute, she seeks the key.
Fighting against the witch's wiles,
down, under the deep, green sea.

exploring tales*
Sitting on her bed
under the white down duvet
we shared fairy tales.
*My thanks to Belly for inspiring me to title this tawdry tale.

Thank you Stephanie. 'Sweet' made me smile broadly and for a long time.



In a far off land
On a shore sat a man
Hat on the ground
A ring of gold on his hand
Power was upon him
Fate in every limb
And he went by a name
The simple name of Tim
From shore to shore
What he was famed for
Was destiny choice
Adventures he had in store
One day his time will be over
To his place will come another
But until that day
He is doomed to be a rover

The dark wood
No way out
Why did you choose the darker path?
Strange noise
Zip of wings
In front of you the creature sits
Small is it
Evil two eyes
Fear and shiver
Enchant and spell
The world sinks
"Eat the mushrooms."
Cry for thirst
Scream for air
No help now
"Drink the swamp water."
Fall asleep
Vines grow
Squeeze and choke
Die
Simple as that
tough luck
no magic kiss
Why did you chose the darker path?

Reading Christa’s “A Time and a Place,” I wonder what Tim is famed for, why he’s doomed to roam. The images in this poem are colorful!
Don’t eat the mushrooms! Rikki’s “The Darker Path” takes the reader down a road to swampy darkness.
These are great!

Please vote for your favourite poem here.
And for your favourite story here.
Week 162's topic is Finger Polish.

Rikki, it feels like every week I can't wait for your poem. I love the way you describe things, especially in this poem. It feels quick and fleeting, like trying to read ancient texts on ship at sea with a wildly swinging lamp and you get a few mysterious words every time the lamp swings back.
Please post directly into the topic and not a link. Please don’t use a poem previously used in this group.
Your poem can be any length.
This week’s topic is: Fairytale from Down Under.
The rules are pretty loose. You can write a poem about anything that has to do with the topic. I do not care, but the poem you post must relate to the topic somehow.
Have fun!