endowed with nine tails, she shapes
her world. shape-shifting powers
ignite fires in arms of suitors
a dream manifests
past and future
illusion of the grandeur
here and now
moment for the enchantress
witty and foxy she plays not
in the sun but courts the night
and forever young
she will be.
Great mother of all
on her day, she wails.
A crude joke, heavenly gods
left her clutching ungrateful offspring
her ample bosom ravaged.
Whoa! She cautions
milk supply is insufficient
to feed the ever-growing numbers.
Nipples cracked and bleeding
gaping maw continues
to suck her dry.
Be merciful to the innocent:
rocks, clouds, streams, glaciers
and all creatures that partake
for survival.
Gaia generous in nature
bellows refusing to be abused
by the amused.
On her day, she wails
for anyone with ears
to hear her cries.
Sensitive and misunderstood affliction of the soul
manifests in bewildering ways:
excessive unhappiness
wounded confidence
ego under stress
Tried and tested:
a dose of tears as often as required
some swear egomania offers temporary relief
and awareness soothes the compassionate soul
But F.I.N.E symptoms soon emerge
(Freaky, Irritable, Neurotic & Emotional)
Patient confined with imaginary friends talks about
words, together they coin a new term – talksanity.
Proud of achievements, talks about ME
all the time. An irritating itch
on susceptible wounds
Urgent medical breakthrough needed
as somebodyism continues to infect
inhabitants of the vale.
Note: I have to admit, I found this prompt difficult. I hope I did it justice.
In response to: “Write a poem that illustrates the symptoms of a quirky made up illness” Dark Poetry for the Cruellest Month Challenge.