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    The Goddess Mere

       Lady of the deep blue, Medusa hair, sigils etched into her skin. Child of the sea, guardian of creative feminine. Break a woman, and be broken, cursed to spend eternity crawling belly to the ground. Worship her.   Fear her, body devouring lovers, shield for a virgin heart. ~Nara Malone This is my contribution to G-Man’s Friday 55. Drop by to join the fun yourself and to see what others wrote.    

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    To A Muse

    How do we do it amid hissing, teeth gnashing,tears? I lead. They run away. Yet… When last comma finds a place,when final scene takes stage,words have caged them.Trained me. Truce struck.Contract signed.We smile for the crowd. Backstage a new story outlines itself.Battle lines drawn,claws twitch in their sheaths. ~Nara Malone  I have edits to turn in next week and the new book is about to take the stage. The muses and I have called a truce in the next word war  to pen another 55 for the G-Man. Drop by to see what others wrote or to join the fun yourself.

  • blue love,  blues poem,  erotic flash fiction,  flash,  jazz poetry,  sixty-niner

    Going Down Blues (jazz poetry)

    Count me inbabysingwe’re going down down Down into red blues down wherenightmares can’t dream Pitch the canned heatkeep the beat slick licksburning throughjelly rollsriffing Tangle in my darkbabyblack cat bonedrumming skin down We rain harmonysyrupdusting your broomwash itdownsimmer down jamjamming you free Rhythm going liquidmilk spillingdownhoneygoing downblues ~Nara Malone This is my contribution to G-man’s Friday 55 and dVersePoets Meeting the Bar. I’ll confess. I tried and tried to beat this down to 55. The best I could do was 69. I tried to beat it down to jazz, but it came out blues.