The outcome of the weasel bites about
her right hand and wrist were horrendous
ruined her burgeoning career as topless
chimney sweep to the Sistine Chapel
In hindsight she knew it foolhardy to
have petted a flesh shredding carnivore
regardless, ever since that day she wore the
hideous no-no asbestos glove of a pyrophoric
yet had at least found laudable employment
caring for those demented ones best she could
those souls who knew not woman from man
knew not substance from a castle in the air
The day the drifter dropped anchor
helped himself to an ice cold beer
and for some impenetrable reason
apologised for having forgotten his
violin would see her find true love
A bizarre, passionate man perhaps
wise way beyond his lack of grace
Using her sound left hand she
painted his image on a cake
decorated it with cocoa butter
A perfect reflection he reckoned
Come the end she bequeathed him
not just the death rattle of her desire
but a grotto of priceless memories
What little fortune she had went to
sheep herding border collies far and wide
To this day in the asylum of life he sings to her;
The nights were getting longer
Your days were drawing in
You lost the dice roll this time
In a game you could never win
Guilt is love’s shadow
Yet I’ll never forget
From the corner of my eye
Your silhouette
It was your time
And my tears fell like rain
I traded my grief
To end all your pain
The game is now over
I’m glad that we played
A wounded heart full of sorrow
Leaves nothing betrayed
Now it’s official
Now it’s no dream
Always remember
Nothing is as it seems
- MIKE STEEDEN - 
I see you are also back to double notifications… But the main thing is this blog is here. I love that photo and your words are a perfect match. had to giggle re the Sistine though. I once went roond that in high heels after all our luggage got left on a carousel at Amsterdam airport….
Those poor wretched hamster…stuck in a suitcase in a foreign land! Personally I thought a topless chimney sweep at the Sistine would be necessary for when they vote in a new post…you know keep that all important chimney clean! By the way this post has not appeared on my reader even the once nor has it with a couple of pals I checked with!
YOua re joking. Well, it has just appeared here again in my inbox…Answers on a Sistine postcard.
The reblog has appeared on mine but not the first stab (think I deleted that but can’t remember) nor the second…henceforth I shall post on the back of the lavatory door in the style of my deceased father when miffed with the government!
Reblogged this on mikesteeden and commented:
As ever this post appears on some readers and not others…once more WP take the fun out of the very thing they promote!
This took my breath away! Stunning poetry.
Thank you Ms Heartafire – appreciated. Glad you found the post – seems it was on the missing list somewhere in WP!
I’m so glad I did! There are many sites that drop from my reader but fortunately yours has not been one of them! Have a lovely day!
How odd – I thought I had been following your blog for ages yet not I am not even following it at all…my apologies…I’ve rectified the situation…must be WP at work again!
That happens here at wp…its bewildering! 🙂 Cheers, Mike!
Well thank goodness I read this when I did as I was just about to go feed the piranhas when I stopped to think twice about my career as a butter churner.
Better be a butter churner than a topless chimney sweep at the Sistine on the day they elect a new Pope!
Been there, done that.
Surely not…you’d get covered in soot! Think street cred before such an admission young Marissa!
My street cred is pretty much down to nothing anyway.
Never…I’ll never hear of such a thing…we all know you’re a princess!
well, this is quite true!!
Your poetry never ceases to amaze and impress, my friend.
Mike, this is lovely. I have to admit it took me some time to make it through the entire piece. After reading the first line, “The outcome of the weasel bites” I had to put my head on the desk I was laughing so hard! Laughter continued throughout! I must admit this poem is truly wonderful, and the drifter’s song quite remarkable!
Pepperanne
Thank you…releasing a bit of lunacy empties this old brain for a little while.
I will never again watch for the white smoke/black smoke without laughing
Cheers – I really should have turned this into a skit!
“Wise way beyond his lack of grace” That is a corker of a line sir. A gem. I’m sad she died though, just on the cusp of happiness perhaps. WordPress is doing the odd odd thing I agree, and I think my posts have vanished from a number of readers amongst other things like not being in any reader at all, but I suppose what’s blogging without the occasional bewildering hiccup !!
Cheers Sir…to a PC illiterate twat such as I blogging should be easy! The ether thing has always worried me.
Reblogged this on Sonmi's Cloud and commented:
I’m doing one of my rare re-blogs again here, because everything about this piece of writing is great. Especially the song at the end, which melds perfectly with the earlier verse. A highly recommended read for my Cloudy folks. *nods*
Cheers…reblogs of my lunacy are most welcome
Wot you on abaht mate?
Haven’t got a blind clue if the truth be told!
Me neeva. Sonmi sent me – she’s mad as a box o’ frogs too innit?
Well that’s jolly decent of Sonmi I’d say…must go though…the wife has several carpets to beat and insists I sing to her ballads of betrayal while she works
Please don’t mind Hariod Mike, day release can be a trying time for some patients.
I should also mention I do not have any frogs stuffed in boxes at present.
But I am glad to see a follower or mine , follow me here, if you follow me…?
Especially a lover of words such as Hariod. *smiles*
– sonmi upon the Cloud
WOW! Just WOW!
Love this
Reblogged this on Music is Real and commented:
Amazing. The whole story in so short a manner. The poem in the end or the lyrics just leaves so much worthy of any viloin melody that comes to any reader’s head