Beneath – Prompt Night A Dash of Sunny


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.


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!

Chain Gang

‘It wasn’t meant to be like this’ she thought
Raging at the injustice sent her way
‘I worked hard, worked long, worked all the damned hours
These office workers have no clue, walk past,
I deserve all I get, that’s what they think’

It only takes a moment to connect
Minuscule moments, a sliver of time
To open your heart, reach souls of others
Be the human in humanity, now
Don’t waste the opportunity – give joy.


Chain Gang


This week on dVerse Meeting the Bar, our bar-keep Tony is taking us back to basics, with blank verse. Don’t worry about rhyming, don’t worry about anything except going with the flow! 

Today’s offering from me is based on the lady that sells the Big Issue on my way to work – she always has a ready smile, a cheery face and never looks miserable. She’s studying at college, trying to make her way in life – but I wonder if she sometimes wishes she could change places with the people who stride past her, most of whom probably don’t even notice her, or look down on her. I admire her commitment.

I hope you enjoy my offering – and do take the time to read the other blank verses on dVerse.