A to Z Challenge- The Letter N – April 17, 2016

troubadoursOn the Ninth hour
Just south of Northern Nubia
Nine nymph-like waifs
(All nieces of the Negus)
Naively danced nude
With a nebulous-like gauzy cloth
Tied to the nape of their necks.

Ninety nasty nags nestled
Behind a neglected Mashrabiya
Nattering as they negotiated
(And smoked their narghilè)
Bets as to which the Norman knight
Would nuzzle that night in bed …
(Novelly he chose none!)

The Negus nodded approval
(And noticed the nags tittering).
The Noble Norman knight
Of course was nervous
At the sight of eighteen nude nipples,
He was celibate but none the less alive!
(The nags enjoyed his nervousness.)

Negotiations began
The Negus and the Norman neglected nothing.
A necromancer revealed
numerous future nebulosities
(none detrimental to peace).
The Noble Negus pledged neutrality,
Negating alliances with the neighbouring Nubians.

© G.s.k. ‘16

No, I didn’t give up – just changed my day of rest from Sunday to Saturday as I had to do some gardening yesterday – rain is predicted for today!

Grey Mums – Double Kyrielle Sonnet – November 3, 2014

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Grey Mums

Standing in the cold rain all day
Wishing there were another way
She felt no joy, no spark of life
Grey were the Mums cut with her knife

He slashed out and he meant to hurt
He made her fell as cheap as dirt
Another day of useless strife
Grey were the Mums cut with her knife

Jaded feelings under fall’s clouds
No sun could burn away those shrouds
She was e’er a dutiful wife …
Grey were the Mums cut with her knife

Standing in the cold rain all day
Grey were the Mums cut with her knife

§§§

The hearse wove through the city streets
The crowd looked on in dark defeat
Laid serene in her bed of wood
It seems no on had understood

Pneumonia took away her breath
Leading to her untimely death
The doctors did all that they could
It seems no one had understood

Satisfied by the mourners, he
Knowing that he’d walk away free …
Selling Mums in the rain she’d stood
It seems no on had understood

The hearse wove through the city streets
It seems no on had understood

§§§

Standing in the cold rain all day
Grey were the Mums cut with her knife …
The hearse wove through the city streets
It seems no on had understood.

Written for BJ’s Shadorma & Beyond – Mindlovesmisery’s Menagerie and The Sunday Whirl

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Murder on the Strand – Kyrielle Sonnet and Shadorma – October 21, 2014

Murder on the Strand (Kyrielle Sonnet and Shadorma)

This Cenotaph of marble bright
Reminds me of her lover’s plight –
Whilst on a slope in a strange land
He met his death at murder’s hand.

He’d gone to feast one evening,
‘T’was with his neighbor, reveling.
From the merry crunch on the Strand
He met his death at murder’s hand.

Invisible – enameled knife sunk
To the hilt into his poor trunk
Though t’was a mistake and unplanned
He met his death at murder’s hand.

Lichen cover this Cenotaph –
He met his death at murder’s hand.

Minstrel call:
“Dismiss not this tale,
Give a coin …
Recede not …
My songs are my currency
And each word is pure gold.”

 (c) G.s.k. ’14

(The wordle words:  1. Cenotaph (a sepulchral monument erected in memory of a deceased person whose body is buried elsewhere.) 2. Currency 3. Neighbor 4. Lichen 5. Feast 6. Crunch 7. Recede 8. Invisible 9. Enamel 10. Slope 11. Murder 12. Dismiss)

Written for Mindlovesmisery’s Menagerie ( Monday Wordle)

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