During week 12 of ‘Writing Apocalypse, we were asked to read Mary Karr’s Disappointments of the Apocalypse, then come up with our own ‘Disappointments of the Apocalypse’ poem.
Swaying leaves and lapping shores
herald shifting dreams
of memories imagined.
Trigger Warning: Disturbing content
I wrote this as a story, but I’ve been told it’s poetry, so I’ll post it in both categories and let you decide.
Seven Watchmen sitting in a tower,
Watching what had come upon mankind,
Showed the Man the Glory and the Power,
And bade him shape the Kingdom to his mind.
Silence Hum of traffic returning workers from endless hours of drudgery. Roar of mowers remaking lawns in tame parodies of the wilderness.
‘Twas the Night Before Christmas ‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would… Read More ›
This bloody town’s a bloody cuss, No bloody tram, no bloody bus, And no one cares for bloody us, Oh, bloody bloody bloody! The bloody roads are bloody bad, The bloody folks are bloody mad, They even say — You… Read More ›
I really love this chant from the maypole scene in Wicker Man.