Sunday Photo Fiction: Still Grins On #amwriting #poetry


Thanks to Alistair Forbes for hosting SPF


Skull
A Mixed Bag

Whose skull was this?

Painted with black,

Pagan man with Celtic designs.

Artwork of black paint done with care.

Celtic chains round the chin,

Eyes the deepest black holes,

Examining his head thinking,

Under every living human head,

Lies bones, a skull.

More chains around his forehead,

Celtic chains connecting what?

Fans of decorations highlighting cheeks,

And lines underneath hollow eyes.

Teeth broken, some full and functional.

But some teeth chipped,

Decayed from no tooth brush or paste?

What artist drew on a human skull?

Had he or she no respect for the dead?

But I think this skull we’ve found,

Designed with detail,

In the middle of the Ireland,

Tells a story of a time long ago,

No saying how gentleman skull died.

If he was sacrificed,

Or passed away from illness,

These decorations seem to tell me,

He died a man of a great respect.

I do know he was not so old,

And someone saw value in his bones,

To delicately, with care, design his skull rare.

Perhaps, frightening away the other dead.

Or with an artists eye,

Giving glory and tribute to this man’s remains.

His skull the most valued,

For there sat his brain, where he thought,

Ruled kindly and wisely, a leader,

Before death took his life.

And the painted skull through time,

Still grins on.


©Mandibelle16. (2016) All Rights Reserved.

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Six Word Stories December 19, 2015.


1. T’was I; I ate your chocolate. 

2. Christmas movies on TV; B grade. 

3. Christmas decorations all out; Christmas atmosphere.

4. Look there’s Mistletoe, better remove it

5. He looked handsome; in certain light.

6. His personality was smooth, as butter.

7. She liked to do her makeup.

8. She liked to be flawlessly prepared.

9. The moon hung in the sky. 

10. I will rise above it all.

11. Nobody is going to stop me.

12. I skipped a lot of numbers.

13. When I wrote this, I forgot. 

14. As many takes as is required.

15. The perfect photograph is usually flawed.

16. Filters are wonderful photo tools used.

17. What do you actually look like?

18. How should I know, no reflection.

19. Only the undead have no reflection. 

20. The eclipse was amazing; I’m blind. 

21. A blood moon; blood ancestors spilled.

22. The moon looks red; people suspicious.

23. Choirs are singing carols and blending.

24. I use to see Handle’s Messiah. 

25. Oh Holy Night; a beautiful carol.