First Love (Trifecta Entry-First Place )

“First Love”

You take my hand
and in that gesture
satisfy my swirling, naked need,
spellbound as spent leaf
whose golden moment
has no hunger left
but blissful floats
mid magic flutter
back to earth

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Prompt for Trifecta:  use the word, SATISFY.  Count must be 33 words. (My entry took

First Place.  Thank you, Trifecta!)

Trifecta Challenge Beast

“Yum!”

 He growls and he is near

He’s just below, I fear.

 He rumbles and he churns;

sensational, his yearns.

But  just a simple plea

from the tummy monster

for a hot-fudge sundae

Time for another Trifecta Challenge! Here’s the prompt: Thirty years ago, Roald Dahl published the book Dirty Beasts, a collection of poems for children about weird and wonderful animals. The last poem, however, is called The Tummy Beast about a boy who thinks there’s someone living in his belly. Your Trifextra challenge is to write 33 words on a beast in an unusual place. No swamps or forests or caves, we really want you to take your beast out of its comfort zone.

Fearful Trifextra

So fearful of Soap Sally!

Dad says she comes in the night

to bump the daylights out of me.

Looking back, is plain to see

frightening things are ‘scary’

when told they be.

Trifecta Entry Bacchanal

Bacchanal”

We once began our bacchanal

days of wine and roses; all.

‘Til the band did stop its play

if we had no means to pay.

Oh, the frenzied riot’s bloom;

Oh, the headache mid the tune.

When the day did dawn anew

we were forced see it through.

Riotous, emboldened, short

haunts the memory’s cavort.

Oh, the candle burned too bright

as it snuffed reality.

Purple, the passion, college days;

grain of alcohol we played.

Priest and Priestess; we were gay.

Died too soon, a withered fate.

Swept away in our bacchanal

hollow dreams in hallowed hall.

Sonnet (Three Sisters)

“Three Sisters”

Three wicked witches summoned from the air.

To taste the murky evil, they aspire.

In haste they double-hex `ed Macbeth’s lair

the devil’s twisted sisters in a choir.

Their song is “Double, fiery, trouble-burn

into the blackened cauldron cast this spell.

And now we see the dagger’s bloody turn

that surely drips from tips of surly hell.”

Three witches baste the pitted throat of toads;

their poisoned entrails swelter in the pot

so stirred and charmed at once and aptly bodes

her evil tongue is steamy for the plot.

She rises from the trio’s muddy stew

ambitious (Macbeth’s Lady) from this brew.

You will find this quote, “Double, double, toil and trouble; Fire, burn, and cauldron bubble,” in the fourth act of Macbeth. Three witches open the scene, creating a diabolical brew in their cauldron.

“Sylvia”

“Sylvia”

With wind upon each page, her ink dries quick
and with a churlish lip, she wrote her book.
Behind her gleamed a road of yellow brick
that shone with choice of words she aptly took.

Another poet found, she sampled life
but dirty dishes, kids are small cartoons.
Withstanding disappointment, she’s a sight
as Ted has left for woman or saloon.

Such sadness when the madness did arrive.
And, sadder still,  when choices made are clear.
His pudgy, fat balloons resound and cry.
His mother’s voice no longer will he hear.

Her story older than that pot of gold
she won but was too blind or sick to hold.

“To Autumn” for Trifecta 33 words

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“To Autumn”

Autumn, you bring solace born
of cooing as we mourn.
You bring muted, painted sky.
Gray-blue were his eyes.
Sweet Autumn’s leaf
Oh, purple grief
hear my call, companion
for his sleep.

Apostrophe:  A Poem which is directly addressed to a person or thing (often absent). An example is Wordsworth’s sonnet Milton which begins: ‘Milton! thou shouldst be living at this hour’.  Other examples of apostrophe include A Supermarket in California by Allen Ginsberg (addressed to Walt Whitman).