Some people might think I was born yesterday
And I was.
Part of me kicked and screamed as I pushed out in insurrection
In defence against the resurrection
Of All There Ever Is and Was
Waiting to come out of its hiding place.
Copyright Fizzy Wisdom 2020
Tumbleweed buries into her deepest consciousness
Strangling all sweet serenity with a sneering sadism
Penetrating all parts that were portals to the hearts of others
And infusing them with a melancholic madness
The vines coil round, constricting ideas and thoughts
Suffocating simmering suggestions of surrender
Savaging Humour as though it were a lamb
Gambolling carelessly into the path of a rabid beast
Tight tendrils of torment catalyse the once-calm sea into an ocean of chaotic craziness
Flagellating her with the ferocity of a fairy tale ogre……..
But this fairy tale does not have a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow
Only the promise of disaster-zone desolation without the hope of a rescue package
When dawn comes she is left in shame
The Seduction shunning her like some two-a-penny lover
But she surrendered.
Not in the way that she foresaw.
Not in the way that she tried to control.
Not in the way that she expected.
Copyright Fizzy Wisdom 2018