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Barbara Mulvay-Welsh

 

Vanishing Moon

 

Moon stands, hands on hips and head held high, astride the glittering evening sky

Shouting – cease your constant tugging – at the overbearing Earth;

Moon – my child, Earth replies – struggle not; I urge you look inside my tender heart

Do not mistake my embrace for restraint; I hold to you to keep you safe

No! Moon shouts – as she pulls her hair – that cannot be

Your restraint is stifling; confining me

It’s killing me – Moon sags to her knees – nightly as I pull and tug

Ceaseless, trying to be free;

Moon – my child, Earth replies – you don’t understand the perils of the sky

Please! Moon shouts – as she stomps her feet – I understand that I must fly

Free and unfettered; I long to be me

Moon – my child, Earth replies – for you I shall grant your one demand

You may roam unfettered and free, when you finish your responsibilities

Speak! Moon shouts – as she cocks her head – I won’t be tricked or misled

Moon – my child, Earth replies – I have no tricks or treachery

At your wane, I will abide your wish to be unfettered; free to roam; free to fly

Heed my words – impetuous Moon – I demand of you a simple thing

What! Moon shouts – breathlessly, demandingly  – do you require of me

Moon – my child, Earth replies – you must be back again to rise

Why! Moon shouts – as she flops and pouts – you promised I could wander free

Moon – my child, Earth replies – free you shall be but not absolved

Of any and all responsibility

 

Weeds

 

I am a weed

 

I have no fancy pedigree

No bloom named for a queen

 

I don't dress in Sunday’s best

I don’t attend romance or sympathy 

I have no complicated vocabulary

Or poems that herald my majesty

 

Instead, I am maligned; as

I push my way through cracks; and

Seek the sun; defiantly

 

I exist despite efforts to eradicate me

 

Inhabiting hostile terrain

I seek purchase in a world; inhospitable

I mimic the beauty and finery of those with a place in the garden

 

I exist despite efforts to define me

 

I know my own worth

I revel in my own beauty

I am a weed

 


Kintsukuroi

 

The circle of your arms is my home

 

It's the comfort I seek on the days when I just can't tolerate the world

Where I recharge and seek solace

Within that circle I can dream and rage

and be

 

Safe and warm; and

Brave and strong; and

Scared and vulnerable

 

But mostly I can just be me

 

Without fear or recrimination

Fights and petty arguments dissolve

There is no beginning or end

It is our eternity; our infinity

 

It exists only as long as we tend to it

At times I’ve heard it grinding down to dust; but

We repair it with the golden threads of laughter and love

Creating a more beautiful object because of the turmoil

 

Our difficulties become a trail of beauty woven through our lives strengthening the whole and remaking it in our image

Mine, thru space and time

 

I hate leaving you

Even on the days when we can’t get along

You calm me even when you don’t

There is a something in you that soothes my soul

As if you are the missing piece of my heart and

I recognize that tiny part of you

In me

Placed there when we were first created from moonbeams and atomic dust

Before we were separated by the vastness of space and time

Reuniting here on this inconsequential rock

To live out a moment in our eternity as flesh and blood

Enduring the constraints of our mortality

Our humanity

Our vitality

To learn about love and loss

To understand finality

To mourn our infallibility

As death propels us on our sonic journey

To meet again

In our never-ending pilgrimage across the universe

Constantly seeking our missing pieces

As we power the universe with our love and passion


masquerade ball

 

I can’t feel my skin

 

Covered beneath the layers of my original sins

 

Encased in hard plastic I claw my way to the surface leaving scratches on my soul

 

I taste

crazy

on

the

back

of

my

tongue

metallic and sweet like cinnamon gum

 

Sometimes

i wish it tasted like

mint

and

rum

muddled and confused

a julep of insanity to cool the rantings of a lunatic mind

 

Rum and sugarcane and arcane dreams

of clovered fields and white picket fences; floppy eared dogs laying in shade cooled yards

 

Humming songs from long ago

 

Wondering how it all

went

so

wrong

 

Dusting off my mask of endurance

I slip it on and

the

masquerade

ball

continues

origins

 

I was born a warrior princess

 

Without a homeland, I wandered

searching

aimlessly

for others out there just like me

 

Displaced in space and time

I spent lifetimes

On wine soaked shores

Yelling into the wind

Incoherent


Suffering modernity with a Druid’s heart

I yearn for a place to belong

No longer roaming the plains of my mind

 

Seeking

Searching

Always working

to belong

 

My song a single lone scream into the darkness

Followed by eternal silence


 

mourning mist

 

We laid you to rest

under steel gray skies

the sun refusing to shine

 

A mist

fine and damp

coated the

world and amplified

our mourning cries

 

Winds whipping

and

trees bent under

the onslaught

of harsh autumn winds

 

As if Nature herself

mourned you and

was determined in her grief

to punish the survivors

 

We

that had been left behind

in the world cold and barren

without your light

learn to live

in the darkness

 Bio:

 

Barbara Mulvey-Welsh, a confused teenager wondering how she got trapped in the body of a middle-aged woman, spends her time annoying her long suffering husband, text-nagging her two kids, and judging people with Felix, her adorable Boston Terrier.

 

Her writing career started in 2009 when she joined Facebook and her hilarious and often inappropriate posts entertained friends who persuaded her to write a blog which launched an online column which begat a print column which emboldened her to write fiction which cracked open her psyche where a torrent of repressed rage and a more than casual acquaintance with angst and suffering erupted as poetry.

 

When she’s not working, Barbara can be found on Facebook (facebook.com/barbaramulveywelsh/), Twitter (@bmulveywelsh), and Wordpress (barbaramulveywelsh.wordpress.com/)





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