Saturday, October 25, 2008

grabbing at the bragging ways

whoever said she has got great gift
of the gab gave her a good back stab

you grab her words with your might
when moon looks askance at night

she burrow herself in deep shadows
hiding herself from her eternal foes

all the while she spits fire from her lips
her cursing words are yours for keeps

afterwards she so wishes to be a good witch
mending your torns parts with tiny stitches

she tries to keep her feet from dragging
Believe her when she says she is not bragging

shrugging her shoulders she will go on
tearing you apart, she will gnaw on your bone

by now you must know, hers is not a gift
of the gab. she is nothing but an old hag

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I began it as a fun poem. Somehow it ended this way...

36 comments:

Autrice DelDrago said...

Just a fun poem? You nailed it perfectly! How often is bragging just a way of saying, "I am great and you are not"?

B. Roan said...

Serendipitous ending. BJ

Susan Helene Gottfried said...

Nah, it's still fun. Just because it's a little dark doesn't mean it can't be fun.

Art and Poetry said...

Nice one! poetry should be fun and sometime dark.

Linda Jacobs said...

Your rhyming couplets give this a whimsical feel.

Isn't it funny the way a poem goes where it wants to go?

Love it!

Bobbi said...

Nice!

"she burrow herself in deep shadows
hiding herself from her eternal foes" - this line really spoke to me!

Rob Kistner said...

gautami -

a bit of cutting wit... I enjoyed the read -- thanks!

...rob

venus66 said...

Wonderful poem.
Something in mind
when pen them down
turn out to be different
mind is very powerful.

keithsramblings said...

What a wicked little poem . Loved it.

spacedlaw said...

Poem will do things like that: change their mood while we are not looking.

Edward S. Gault said...

This sounds like a dysfunctional relationship-still a great poem though.
Thank you for sharing it.

Leila said...

I like it!!

barbs.haiku said...

Ha! I know a few hags myself, guatami! And I enjoyed your light-hearted fun with a not-so good witch!

I loved 'when moon looks askance at night' That and the good witch both give your poem a Halloween vibe!

anthonynorth said...

Loved this. And we all know such people.

SandyCarlson said...

The fun of this is in part the surreal moment at the end. Great stuff.

Jeeves said...

"you grab her words with your might
when moon looks askance at night"


Love these lines

Deborah Godin said...

I like dark! And I think this one can be read for "fun" or for "dark" or for "dark fun" - very versatile! :-)

Billy said...

Really great poem! Loved every line!

Geraldine said...

This was a fun read and great use of the prompt. I liked the twists and turns along the way to the ending.

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Don Iannone said...

Amazing here words lead us, eh? Enjoyed this one. How are you, Gautami?

Tammy said...

Truth usually finds its way out. Nice job! XXOO

Raven said...

Ah, yes, the charming chatty soul, whose smile is venom and whose words are laced with poison. We've all met them.

Sweet Talking Guy.. said...

Hi Gautami, love the bit about eternal foes, you really must be tuned in to some good stuff!

Stan Ski said...

Gift of the gab - another 'gift' we often abuse or mis-direct.

Donn Coppens said...

Comedic observations do not arrive via happy thoughts in the warm puppy part of your brain...
honest comedy sears our consciousness because it arises from the darkest, unswept, corners of the soul.

tumblewords said...

Nothing wrong with a shift in direction! I enjoyed this read and surely can relate to it!!

Pam said...

I really like the dark humor in this poem. Isn't it amazing where the words lead!

Ghost Particle said...

happy diwali Gautami!

big hugs.

fourwindshaiga said...

I was thinking Halloween when I read this, too. It is a fun poem!

DeLi said...

so witty! especially the spitting fire of lips...for keeps, i like saying it over and over :)

Annamari said...

still fun. I like it

dsnake1 said...

enjoyed this!

Beth P. said...

Oy vey!
'She' seems like the hag of mythology. Wonder what she turns into if she's ever, really, kissed?

Thanks--

Lenore said...

Nicely done. All 'fun' peotry doesn't have to be light in nature. it reminds me of children's poetry, actually, and how most of those teach a life lesson whilst also being fun.

one more believer said...

g, that is so very very good... "..spits fire from her lips.." and "..with tiny stitches..." she will gnaw on your bone... ouch... i pray i do not meet her soon...

qualcosa di bello said...

a very witty reminder to use one's words wisely!