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A Good Man

This is my offering for Three Word Wednesday. The words are skid, damp and incensed.

A Good Man

The altar was lit and incensed
As the believers trudged
Through double doors,
Damp footsteps on the floors.

Though the leader was nowhere
To be found! Normally there
To greet the flock coming in,
He’s never late to begin.

While the mass of people wonder,
They hear the clatter like thunder
As their priest comes skidding
Into the church, robes dripping.

And so, despite his late start,
The people hold him in their heart
As he speaks the word of their god
They try to follow, not to nod

Off to sleep this early morning
And disappoint him, yawning.
In his homily he wants to relate
Exactly why he was a little late

But he knows his congregation
Isn’t much for congratulation
Even though he rescued three ducklings
Lost and alone from making crossings

From one side of the street to
The next again, looking for who
Could be their mother or father; and now
He takes care of three wee ducks, how?

© Bridget Noonan, 2011.

Well, that was very silly, but kind of nice. Needs work, as usual, but I’m okay with that. I’ll let it stew for a couple months, then bust it out again.

EDIT: I have also posted it on Sunday Scribblings.



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Leaving Eden

I was at the library earlier -you know, my natural habitat- and I brought along a bit of work to do as well. Because let’s face it, if I get too far from a pen and paper, I get hives :).

I wrote this originally for a poetry contest for The New Quarterly in January-ish. It didn’t make the cut of the poems that I sent in, though. I won’t hear back until August about the contest, but I remain hopeful that I’ll get in. Winning the first contest I enter would be insane. It’d be the squeal of joy heard around the world, I think. At least, the small part of the world that reads my blog, hee hee.

In any case, poem!

leaving eden

snakes and burning were all
all i could remember as we left-
at least that’s what i told him-
sweet juice flowed down our chins
but the look in the One’s eyes oh it froze me
such betrayal such pain and the anger
some resentment will never end
a permanent exile away from the One
ceremoniously evicted from my own home
never to hear the voice to see the eyes
punished evermore for one mistake!
were we not created to be curious
to explore and to learn and to live
he hates me though he says no
“no it’s not your fault” convincing
neither of us that he believes it
grief in the face of this loss is understandable
but to lash out at me! who else
who else has stayed always by his side
loyal to the end putting herself second
the afterthought a bit of rib bone
never complains about her lot in life
i almost believe him when he says
the One is a man except i know
much much better than he does
that a woman’s anger burns long
and she may rage silently for ages
until the right moment appears
then she will devastate her opponent
while so disappointed in them
for letting her down this way.

© Bridget Noonan, 2011.

I don’t like the word opponent in the third-to-last line, but I can’t think of a better one. My vocabulary and my thesaurus have failed me once again.

So, how did I do, aside from that instance of poor word choice? Hit me with your best shot, people. I crave constructive criticism. And alliteration, apparently.

Um, so this song –White Blank Page by Mumford and Sons– is my addiction of the day. You, the people of the internets, seriously need to own this CD. I don’t often truly love every song on an album, but this is one of the few that doesn’t stop the glorious sounds.
Also Adele’s song Rolling in the Deep kicks major butt, while I’m recommending music.

I’m normally one who likes “music for old people”, as a friend put it. Hey, just because the Beatles broke up before I was born doesn’t mean it’s music for dead people- they are still relevant, and awesome. And like, Lead Belly et al are the precursor of modern rock and roll. If there were no jazz, no big band, no blues, there would be no rock or metal or punk or electronica or whatever the kids are listening to today :P. The face of modern music as we know it would be totally different.

And what is music? Just poetry in another form.

Art is beautiful.


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Organized Rejection

Read the thing after the poem before you trash me, please.

Organized Rejection

I refuse to kneel before their god
and have the foul taste of his
name in my mouth–

I refuse to worship on my knees
pleading for mercy to a white-haired
mockery of the old gods and old ways–

(though his son’s a decent fellow
at least, despite the atrocities committed by
their many flocks of warring sheep–)

I refuse to be silenced
as loud as they can be I will shout louder
will not be gagged or beaten by him–

I refuse to beg for salvation
while this god of abraham has gotten off
on grabbing our heads and shoving them down–

© Bridget Noonan, 2011.

Honestly, I don’t hate religion. I just dislike what it does to people- the sort of people who don’t stop and examine what they believe and why, and use it as an excuse to hurt and hate others. “You don’t believe exactly what I do, so you are wrong and a terrible human being! And you’re going to hell! I will not re-evaluate my position on anything because someone said that inflexible thinking is mandated by the Bible!” or something. You know.

It’s much easier to point at the figurehead and blame it instead of the people carrying out the so-called message. And yes, I am also guilty of generalizing here.

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