Icy airstream articulates salubrious accords
as it slices beneath a canopy of eons
ancestry percolates downward into the mire
transversely spreading…tendrils seeking, sucking, plucking
the scandal from our soles
crawling over our shores in defiance of the crane
eagerly waiting to rip out its heart and liver
expelling carbon dioxide from the bowels
a million years stored
now howling … poison on the airstream
swirling disquietly in circles… around pylons of this age
For dverse poets…Meeting the bar : A martian sharpens his knife.
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Phewww… you did >>> GOOD! Gripping yarn I liked this: ‘percolates downward into the mire’ … Lovely tackle of the prompt 🙂
thanks so much…I really got into this prompt… 🙂
whew…very nice write…the line on ancestry just rips…and like the come back a but in the pylons of this age…eons as well…a cold winds cuts deep and there seems to be a lot of history behind it…nice…
this is, in a word, chilling – nicely stated …
Excellent imagery. I also like the structure with no ending punctuation, creates that ebb and flow of pace.
Love this line:
“ancestry percolates downward into the mire”
This is very scary… great job with the martian poetry (although I’m still unsure of it myself). Love this:
transversely spreading…tendrils seeking, sucking, plucking
the scandal from our soles
An indictment of civilization’s unthinking devastation of the ecosystem, and the poisonous riposte
Thank you for the fabulous prompt…I have a feeling I will never look at poetry in the same way again…it really opened up possibilities and inspiration. 🙂
Thanks! If you liked this article, look out for my article “Free Verse, Picasso and Yachting”… It’s on OneStopPoetry but if that website’s down will likely get reprinted somewhere. thanks for joining the Martian party!
Thems fightin’ words in Texas – oil got us here and oil, by gum, will keep us goin’ – ha!
I agree exactly what Sam said. And it’s worse. As I write these words on this here ‘puter, there’s a drill a mile under my house trying to fracture out a bit of natural gas and they’re going to pay me a buck ninety-nine for it which will do no good when the whole of Dallas-FortWorth falls in the hole after the artificial earthquake pulls us all down. Great poem.
They’d be fighting words here too! Only it’s not the oil…coal is what’s carrying this country along…and this coal seam gas exploration is a worry!
Superb image, matched by those in the poem.
“plucking Scandal from our soles” Whoa!
The whole incantation is grand, but I love that phrase, and wouldn’t it be the best alt-bluegrass band ever!
Ha ha ha…It def would…I like the way you think…;)
very cool title and love how you pull us into a vortex of words with this…very nicely done
Simply put: powerful! Great job, Dianne!
Hi Brigid…thanks so much for stopping by…it means a lot 🙂
wow… way to paint a picture and leave the writer wondering what the heck is causing so much pain… I have my guesses… or maybe I’m blond and missed it if you said so… but none-the-less… this was gripping, deep and amazing poetry!
~L
Ecological disaster, alien resurrection? The way these words obtrude and extrude into each to create this ambiguous landscape is fun to read
There are a lot of disconcerting images through this, but I really like the “…tendrils seeking, sucking, plucking/the scandal from our soles”
Thanks for the visit. 🙂
ancestry percolates downward into the mire
Another great line! This poem is off-beat, fresh, ambiguous, a stew pot of disparate images that is gloriously fun to read