For OctPoWriMo Day 30 the prompt theme is forbidden. As per usual I’m combining prompts with Bodhirose’s #dVerse Poet’s Pub open link night prompt and Scribblers Dip of MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie ‘s Photo Prompt Challenge.
Barbara the Methodist walks by —
Aging, cluttered shop, holds head high.
Her morals don’t permit feeling —
Curious she crosses busy street.
Readings of palms of one’s future —
Advertised; she considers curtly.
Blouse buttoned to her neck, arms folded, righteous ire,
Prays curiousity won’t condemn her to the fire.
Martin the mailman delivers —
Packages with symbols, riddles.
Cashier is a friendly goth kid,
Worn man watching frightens Martin.
Knows things he shouldn’t know all too well.
Secrets hid deep, Martin’s own hell;
Tortured with memories from a childhood of sad hurt,
Old man offers help, revenge with a strange voodoo curse.
Danielle at the cash register,
Peers around her, bad vibes incur.
Items of witchcraft and pagan —
Jewelry of Celtic design.
From eons ago polished bright,
Such treasures blend, occult sights.
Shop’s wage pays well, most customers tip buying —
Items for potions and ailments — she’ll keep silence.
Ancient face with creased folds knows much —
Desires that he did not so he plucks,
Courage from reserves to see Barb.
Prudish and angry inferring,
He has a choice in knowing fortunes.
She sneers, he revealed misfortunes —
No matter her believed goodness her false piety,
Barb sees herself righteously forbidden —
From the likes of magic healing,
Holistic meds as blood congeals,
In her heart which is dark damning;
Others beaming hope as Barb fans,
Smoke of incense by the mailman.
Sniffs at Danielle’s tattoos all grand,
Demands for him to read her hand, doesn’t know facts,
Barbara the hateful sees not, he reads hearts and fates.
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