WFSC Creative Writing Facilitators, Mike Deregowski and Kelsey Hoople, challenge you to participate in national poetry month. 1 poem per day for 30 days with no working ahead. 😉
Overall theme 'When Life Changes'.
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Day 17 | April 17th | Mutation
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Mutation
It came upon me in the darkest of night,
Amidst the windswept and rain-battered cloudy sky -
What was it, this beast of demonic might
With a touch that burned like a veined high?
In vile hands it took me, ripping clothes and dreams apart,
Leaving me to scream and writhe
Begging for a quicker depart -
It hands like an oil-sharpened-scythe
Travelled my body as if it were its own, taking and breaking,
Shuttering my breath, heart and soul;
Was it becoming me, or just taking the best parts, raking
Myself down to the bone.
In the darkened night of a wind tossed storm
I felt it becoming me, this thing to which I held no relation -
April 17th – Mutation
Significant.
Subtle.
Jagged.
Smooth.
Like watching the hands of a clock expecting them to move.
Timely.
Timeless.
Natural.
Manufactured.
The benefit of progress is something difficult to prove.
COVID.
Virus.
Pandemic.
Evaluation.
Take up battle against one but not ready for mutation.
© Linda J. Pedley April 2021
DAY 17- MUTATION
From Donna’s lips to my ears, it goes.
(much like the whispers at Huanan’s wet market)
My colored reflection is impassive but polite.
My stigma is intact, barricaded by ego, opinions.
It hides within, silent, waiting to be freed.
(much like the secret released in Wuhan)
She whispers again, as if it’s true, ‘better-beautiful’.
My ears step away from the barricade.
The stigma pulls them back, ‘you’re fine, stay the course’.
(much like the message from Ottawa)
But it is part of you. Curiosity dares, ‘try’.
Something deep murmurs, ‘there is a silver lining’.
I embrace it, the barrier trembles and I panic, shut down and hide.
(much like 7.8 billion other humans)
Only In isolation can…
Mutation
Grotesque features grow
Ripping men’s hearts out for fun
Love gone very wrong