Masked Surprise

This went waaaay off where I was going with it at the start. I fancied a romantic meeting at a masked ball. Fate took a hand. And well, she had other ideas.

Fate had planned their meeting,

How they laughed as they arrived,

Collected motley strangers,

Unsuspecting aught contrived.

Bedecked in costumed finery,

Masks upon their eyes,

Ambience electric

As all hid behind their lies,

Flattered to be asked there,

Dressed one and all as spies,

Agents, Mata Haris,

Sleuths renowned as wise,

Yet none detected counterfeit

In ticketed surprise,

Flirted, danced, now targets,

Fate held them compromised.

Twirling as they partied

They missed their own demise,

Revealed, at last, behind each mask,

Dead already in their lives.

Spied parties to eternity,

No one hears their cries,

Double lives no more concealed,

Fate held mask’d surprise.

I mean, wtf! I wanted romance, I got death. Bloody charming. I might give the romantic version another bash. What can I say? I like the idea of masked encounters.

Fate can bugger off.

If you fancy a bash at writing something based on masks, I’d be delighted if you link in comments so I can visit and read what fate does to your version. Or perhaps you have more control over her than I do. (Shh! Don’t tell her I said that. She’s soooo contrary.)

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When She Dances

I don’t hail coincidence

as fellow-well-met,

Too astounded at odds,

what’s the chances,

I nod to alignment,

collusion of causes,

Reasons for fate

when she dances.

Hues

blue wands of enchantment

undulate,

casting my stars,

impassive arc, these

rippling waves

haze

muted

 lunar bow,

sovereign

brandishment

of divinity,

wielded power,

reclaimed in rainbow bright

Concubine

In her master’s eyes she sees his favour,

A smouldered glance reveals she is the one.

Fevered touch and kiss she craves to savour.

Tonight he chooses well and she has won.

But wanderlust, disquietude advance,

Foreboding, cast aside for someone new,

Karma calls, lends only this one chance.

What is a woman spurned so forced to do?

Poisoned lips she presses to his temple,

Whispers words of loving, serves to please.

Thus patronized, he begins to tremble,

Falls, willingly, she upon her knees.

Bejewelled dagger, in the boudoir, sparkles,

Moonlight glinting in dark eyes, on fixed smile,

Planned madness, maniacal her chuckle,

His supine head, eyes glazed, gone for a while.

‘Be still, sweetheart,’ softest words placate,

Unknown end, his in comfort and in leisure,

Exquisite agony propels his fate,

Life’s end erupting with his mighty pleasure.

With ebbing breath he gasps to tell his story,

Tale recounted oft, and oft too late,

‘My love, you were heart’s one true glory.

For you I foreswore others as my mate.’

With swift recourse and gesture lost to reason

She plunges bloodied dagger into heart,

Bled with him, though mortal life was over,

Together now, in death, no one dares part.

 

Unknown source for image. Credit gladly given if claimed.

Sometimes……

For every moment there is a rightness;

Sometimes that moment is now.

For every question there is an answer;

Sometimes that question is, ‘how?’

For every problem there’s a solution,

Though sometimes found without aim.

For every man there’s a woman;

Sometimes the question’s the same.

Beginnings – Transformations

 

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Forgive my awful illustration….I don’t do photos. Any photos on my blog will most certainly have been taken by someone else. Really must learn how to take some. Hope my poem says more than my ‘photo’….just thought I had to put something in to qualify for the challenge. 😉

 

Alternatively, I could do what I did before and ask you to envisage the photo in your mind. Here we go. The cosmos – Hubble pic – existing in your mind while life takes you on a journey of discovery and warps your perceptions as it unfolds. Chaos ensues. But life and love and choices make for greater clarity and …..eventually…..matter becomes clearer.

Don’t really need to bother with the poem now. Bugger!

Oh here it is anyway.

I’m getting me a camera!

Birth ends waiting.

New life from death.

Destruction preceding

Creation.

Phases evolving,

Conceptions

And believing.

Pain

Stages

For everyone.

Mists concealing

Embroiling, rolling

And revealing

Beginnings,

Transformations,

Changes  of

Choices.

And Being.

 

No Coincidences

Serendipity, synchronicity,

Call it what you will.

When stars collide in heavens,

Halt and feel the chill.

It happens for a reason,

I’m pretty sure of this.

Like meeting for the first time,

Sharing that first kiss.

The strangest interaction,

When life blows you clean away

And all that once seemed normal

Now holds little sway.

Collision course in heavens,

For spirits in the night, who

May, someday, meet upon the earth

And everything feels so right.

Nothing comes from nothing

But so does everything.

Matter matters, spirit matters,

The joy that both may bring.

So question not when fate decides

To throw a spanner in the works

And stops your little factory.

It could just be good luck.

But one day soon, eventually,

The plan may realise

The best for you, you never knew.

It all may make you wise

In world and spirit happenings

Where some things you think you fear

Until the day it hits you. Wham!

And makes everything crystal clear.

 

Yet again, Mark, you got me thinking through the night. 🙂

This Or That, Says Fate

Fate rapped upon my door last night

And offered me a deal,

‘Choose this or that, it’s up to you.

One will hurt but you will feel.

 

The other, you will get to live

Humming a sweet tune,

But ecstasy and agony

Will bay unto the moon.’

 

He did not say which this or that

Would reveal each gift I crave.

He looked at me, I pondered,

Then answer this, I gave.

 

‘To choose to feel would be the deal

I would most desire,

To know agony and ecstasy

In a burning love of fire,

 

But serenity, all lost to me

I could not so endure.

To choose this or that for certain,

I really am not sure.’

 

I made to close the open door

When chanced my eye upon his face,

His the look of tormenting tempter

To lure me from all grace.

 

I pushed,

To slam the door to end

All conversation

With dubious friend

 

But halted as he spoke,

 

‘Your subtle meanings here and there,

Your secret, hidden glances,

Reveal to me in image clear

You would love to take such chances’.

 

I began to say he had me wrong,

When sweet agony pierced the balmy air,

A nightingale commenced his song,

Passed through my heart then rested there.

 

He knew my weakness, knew it well,

That future days would look and laugh

At all the things I never did

And wish I’d done by half.

 

I wedged my toe between wall and door

To leave it quite ajar,

Fate took one look, smiled wryly, said,

‘You’ll never go too far.

 

Too sensible for major risk,

Responsible as well’.

Smug he looked, I slammed the door,

Told him to go to hell.

 

So what if this or that appears,

Tempts and haunts in coming years?

For Fate forgot I have a voice

And this, in life, gives me some choice.

 

This or that may come my way

And offer black or white,

But life has shown that few things here

Are simply wrong or right.

 

This or that exist upon

Extending visual spectrum

Where many shades fall in between,

Consider well then choose some

 

Variety in spice of life,

Not this or that be bound by,

Muted some, while others flare,

Colours all surround me.

 

If Fate should choose to call again

Come tapping at my door,

I’ll use the peep-hole just to check

Then him, I will ignore.

 

I’ll take my chances with my life,

I’ll make choices and embrace all

With wider field of vision now,

Than before he came to call.

Forfeit Love

There are questions that need answering

But solutions are elusive,

Emotive connotations and

Feelings too profusive.

 

Resolutions reside in space,

Seeking earthly shore,

So wonderers and ponderers

Will wander, lost, no more.

 

There are lovers, born at distance

Whose paths will never cross,

Where destinies and fortunes

Will suffer at such loss

 

That cruellest blow did strike at two

To know and then to part,

 Forfeit solace, soul reunion,

Two minds, two loves, one heart.

 

There are some who will believe that love

Finds another way,

To sublimate the earthly plain

So two, as one, may stay.