Bubble Bubble – #writephoto

dancers

Don’t summon weird girls

Or have fortune told.

They’ll tell you bent tales

From their wooden souls.

Wicker women they,

Casting spells of old,

Summon dreadful haunts

And kings’ lives remold.

Critique not his pride –

Fault the coven fold

For her unclean hands

And his grim parole.

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Because of the way my week’s scheduling works, I have never done one of the famous #writephoto prompts. This week, I thought the picture prompt was too interesting to ignore, so I decided to shove Count Vlad out of the way.  Thanks to Sue Vincent for these lovely pictures!

Moreover, this poem is about Macbeth, my 100%, no doubt favorite Shakespeare play.

Pop Pop

adult affection baby child

Pop-pop used to bounce
Me on old, stiff knee,
Cuddle with his beard,
Fly me screaming, “Whee!”
We hunted later,
When I turned ten.
Dead deer made me cry –
Secret’s safe with him.
He bailed me from jail
When I needed it.
I owed him favors,
Gave him a blank check.
When his health failed him,
There was no denial
He despised the thought
Of living in vain.
I helped him out back,
Handed him the gun.

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This was written for Sammi Cox’s weekend writing prompt #105denial. I can’t claim this is about my real life, since I have all 4 grandparents still living, but it is based on a tale from a friend whose grandfather committed suicide rather than try to save himself from late stage cancer.

Uh… happy mother’s day!

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