This was another humdinger of a prompt, not because it was any form of esoteric, but because my month started out with way too many elegies for departed friends. I think my brain just didn't want to face writing yet another one, so it stopped working (that, and having to write a second poem for the SEAPoWriMo prompts is taxing my writerly stamina to the utmost.)
I ended up writing an elegy to old ghosts, and a dead past that needed to be laid to rest.
REQUIEM MASS
Requiem aeternam dona eis, Domine
-- Introit of traditional requiem mass
Twenty-five and terrified of the black hole you called a house
Which was
really a trap where a monster in the wall lay in wait
With poison
darts in the shape of words
Aiming
at you whatever chance he could get
And you,
a mermaid struggling in a net of his weaving
Believing
you were only a dumb fish.
The sea
rolls, swells. The years swallow themselves
And you
are no longer a mermaid but Ariel on land
Dumb by
choice for what you thought was love
But in
reality was narcicissm twisted
To seem
like love instead.
To
exorcise ghosts, we lay the dead to rest
So I’m
laying you to rest, twenty-five
Scatter
your ashes for the winds to carry
To the
four corners of the earth and beyond.
My tongue
loosens, legs merging into scaled iridescence
Ariel
returns to the buoyant sea.
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