Category: Poetry

I Love You Only

Hiya, Everyone!

It’s been a while since I’ve come around here. Life shifted into a new season and it’s taking me a bit to figure out the new pattern. I only had a tenuous hold on the previous one, so you can imagine what a challenge it’s been.

More about that some other time, perhaps. In the meantime, I’m sick of looking at my last ROW-80 post and wishing the group hadn’t moved to Facebook. So, here’s a re-post of a story I wrote about 3 years ago. 🙂 I resisted the urge to go back and edit. >.> You know how it is when one looks back at older writing. Growth is awesome, but it has a way of making something that looked great at the time look… um… not so. 😛 It’s a good thing. 😀

ReGi McClain

Neuth stared down at the red streak marring Geb’s perfect form. She longed to wipe the stain from her brother-husband, but her father, Shu, stood firmly between them, keeping his children eternally apart at the command of Ra. Now another of Ra’s tantrums raged across Geb in the form Sekhmet. The blood-thirsty lioness devoured human after human, innocent along with the guilty, young along with the old, reveling in their pain.

Neuth sighed. Shu stirred under her. “Longing for Geb again, my daughter?”

“I long for him always, Shu. One day you will grow tired and I will return to him.”

Shu shifted uncomfortably. He shifted often. “You would destroy all the people and many of our own kind? Your own children?”

Neuth laughed silently. “Our children need not come between us. As for the humans-” The putrid scent of blood and rotting flesh wafted across…

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Life was a little too blargy for me to get a Mirth and Music Monday post done this week, but Rose D’Andrea found a great little video.

Rose's Road

It’s been a crazy week, and an ever crazier weekend. The craziness isn’t going to be done for at least a couple more days. Then, I think it would be wise for this mama to send her husband and baby off for a walk and go take a nap. Ugh. One full day at home is going to look so nice after all this. lol

This video kinda, sorta has the feeling of these past few days. With a giggle here and there.

We’ve all seen that mom, right? The statuesque, got it together deer? Yeah. I am so not her. I’m not really either of the snails, either, more of a combo of the two. Most of my day is preventing a small creature (my 16 month daughter) from trying stunts like climbing the shelving unit and spelunking under the bathroom sink.

She certainly keeps me on my…

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How now, foul monster of cloth?

The Laundress by Pasquale Celommi, 1902

The Laundress by Pasquale Celommi, 1902

Thinkest thou hast defeated me?

Behold! Thine piles do wan and thy stench dissipate!

Mine hands threw thee down into the machine.

With mine digits, I folded thee.

My detergent was poison to thee, and my spin cycle fierce.

I didst fight back thine iron by pulling thee quickly from mine dryer;

My folding was fast, and I put thee away hastily.

Alas! The battle was long and arduous, and the war is never done.

I grew weary and didst consider throwing in the towel, mine body ravaged by flu.

But I have weakened thee, yeah, even in mine sickness.

Nought but procrastination can strengthen thee once more.

But nay, foul monster of cloth, hope not for help from vile procrastination.

I have defeated thee, and mine washer shall be ever vigilant.

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