Introspective retrospective
inescapable dreamscape
makes your scars twitch with
discombobulated self loathing.
Memories stained with
fear mongering
innermost thoughts
and knifepoimt teardrops.
Insomniac, somnambulist,
can’t tell the difference,
doesn’t want to fall
because sometimes
all the time
the rabbit-hole leads
to reality.
© Emilie C. Black, 2020
(Yes, I’m a day behind again, leave me alone. For context, today’s poem is based on a genuine quote I heard when trying to milk in my city and features a LOT of slang/Scottishisms)
Dinnae buy almond milk,
It tastes like garden gnomes.
Coo isnae short for cashew, ken?
Cashew is just a noise rich folk make when they sneeze.
And I dinnae ken wit soya is,
Soya is wit I did yesterday when I was round yer hoose.
You cannae tell me that ye cannae milk a nut,
’cause that’s what yer ma wis daein’ last night.
© Emilie C Black, 2020
A sadness runs through him
Like the coldest river
Like the bluest river
Crashing and coursing through
Dams of debris
Dammed and dashed against
Banks and rocks of
Psyche and skin.
Coursing through veins
To the pools of his open palms
And drips from his fingertips.
A sadness runs through him
Like oil through saltwater
Slowly spreading and sticking
And clotting and clinging
To his body and soul.
A sadness runs through him
Like wild cats through
The limbs of the trees of his veins
Silent and swift but
He still feels the pain
Of their claws sinking In to his skin
© Emilie C. Black, 2020
AKA Harry Potter Limerick Day 7
Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows
The Gryffindor lions have roared.
Harry Potter has beat the Dark Lord.
Tonks, Dobby and Fred
Are now all quite dead,
But Neville’s badass with a sword.
© Emilie C. Black, 2020
AKA Harry Potter Limerick Day 6
Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince
Now that Snape has killed Dumbledore dead,
Voldemort’s finally gotten ahead.
He’s got domination on his brain
And he’s clearly insane,
But that’s what happens your family is inbred.
© Emilie C. Black, 2020
AKA Harry Potter Limerick Day 5
Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix
Fudge said “Diggory’s death was mysterious”
Umbridge said “Harry Potter’s delirious”.
Voldemort got in Harry’s head,
Told him someone was dead and he thought
“Surely you cannot be Sirius”
© Emilie C. Black, 2020
AKA Harry Potter Limericks Day 4
Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire
At the end of Harry’s fourth year,
The Dark Lord returns and spreads fear.
Cedric Diggory dies,
Robert Pattinson cries
Because Twilight murdered his career
© Emilie C. Black, 2020
Harry Potter Limericks Day 2
Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets
Harry stealing a car was the catalyst
For the year of the great Hogwarts basilisk.
He set Dobby free
With sock trickery
And pissed off the blond, luscious capitalist.
© Emilie C. Black, 2020
So, this was a blast at a new (for me) format, called an erasure poem. The basic idea is to erase words from another text to create something new.
So, naturally, I’ve chosen to do this using A Little Respect by Erasure.
AKA Harry Potter Limericks Day 0
There once was a boy called Tom Riddle
Who did dark magic like the devil played the fiddle.
Until he went crazy,
Tried to murder a baby;
Now he’s just a weird, ghostly cripple
© Emilie C. Black, 2020
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