Beneath – Prompt Night A Dash of Sunny

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Cut me open first,

then you.

Carve a Y incision like we’re post- mortem

but remember, we’re still breathing, keep that in mind.

Always.

Here we are, our organs exposed to the same air, steaming slightly.

That’s a good sign.

If you look carefully, just there, that’s right, you can see my heart beating,

nestled behind its bone-cage.

Protected. Safe.

Slide your fingers between,

touch it, go on, absorb its vitality, its strength, its determination.

Now feel yours.

What’s different?

Nothing? Nothing.

It’s like we’re the same underneath.

Let’s stand side by side, let’s look in the mirror.

Ignore the blonde hair not black, ignore the skin of a darker hue, ignore the blue eyes versus brown

Stare deep within

See my lungs, intestines, maybe even my liver hidden at the back.

Give yourself the same scrutiny.

We’re the same, inside,

nothing much to separate us really.

We’re all blood, bone and guts in the end.

The same.

Hate me, and you’re hating yourself.

 

Such a waste.


 

Here’s my entry to this week’s prompt from A Dash of Sunny, where we are invited to write prose or poetry intended to dispel hatred. I’ve been pondering on this on and off all day, since my first thought was that I needed to write something light, cheerful and, well, sunny. The thing is, that’s not my metier (not right now, anyway). I inhabit the dark side mostly, and whilst I can write light, cheerful and sunny, it’s something that I need ot practice at. And at this end of the week, I feel rather drained!

Anyway, I took another approach – focusing on our similarities, highlighting that no matter what, we are all just humans underneath. But with a dark twist, of course. I hope you like it (or if not, perhaps appreciate it for what it is), I hope it fills the brief sufficiently well.

And as is my usual way, I encourage you to read the other entries and… take part yourself!

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Buenos Aires – Prompt Night A Dash of Sunny

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If you let me

I would dance with you

I would offer my hands

my waist, my hips

my lips would almost …

leave their coral stain on your cheek

If you let me

 

If you let me

I would entice you with my feather feet

spark the floorboards

with my fiery stamp

whisper my fingertips over your wrist

and watch your pupils dilate at the very idea

If you let me

 

I will dance on my own

until then

I will be the vibration of the air

until then

I will be the music

alone –

until then.

 

Will you let me?


 

This week over at A Dash of Sunny, we are asked to write about dance. I took a slightly different tack, hence the picture I have included above. Here in the UK, with all of the political wranglings that are taking place, we seem to be in the midst of an overt anti-difference backlash. I don’t like it, not one bit. Everyone is equal. Nobody deserves to be marginalised.

Please do head on over to take part, or just read other offerings, if that’s all you want to do. But most of all, enjoy!

 

 

Without these – Prompt Night A Dash of Sunny

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quadrille, cadmium red

a bleeding heart dashed on the rocks below

haiku, rose madder

soft cheeks blushing in childhood innocence

rondeau, prussian blue

shadowy arctic wastes and frozen marrow

triolet, permanent sap green

grass winking in the dewy dawn

perylene violet, davy’s grey, chinese white

free verse, prose

colour

words

my passions

my heart

my soul

my raison d’être

otherwise

i am but a shadow


 

This week, A Dash of Sunny invites us to write a poem inspired by passion. I wonder, can you guess what keeps me going in the face of day to day living?

Why not join in and take part? All are welcome and your host is a simply lovely lady!