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Don’t Mess With Red – prose by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“Many bowdlerised versions indicated a Victorian-minded censorship, which feared that Little Red Riding Hood might some day break out, become a bohemian, and live in the wood with the wolf.” Jack D. Zipes

Don’t Mess With Red

As the wolf, that teddy-boy with slicked back quiff and leather jacket, so rugged, so volatile, disclosed his true nature with the flick of his switch-blade, Red took to him with a broom handle forcing him from her house. As she chased the wolf out through the front gate she noticed a woodsman with a clip board , all suited up and frowning.

Exasperated, Red asked him why he hadn’t intervened, to which he replied, with an air of arrogance, “I’m here to effect your detention before the committee.” “O! Really, on what charge?” Asked Red. “On several charges in fact” said the woodsman. “Name them” said Red, annoyed and gripping the broom handle tightly. “Well, you’re so young and you were out after curfew, you were unchaperoned, you entered the woods alone, your clothes, they are inappropriate and provocative, you also beat an animal, and you’re a girl. What do you have to say for yourself?” With a snarl she hit him hard.

There’s a fruit tree in her yard that is thriving, and once a week she takes tea with the wolf.

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In The Betweenness – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo: Skippy Rocks, Cape Leeuwin, one of my favourite places.

“How wonderful it is that nobody need wait a single moment before starting to improve the world.” Anne Frank

In The Betweenness

In the betweenness of sea and shore
there was an ear that listened as a door,
to all that ebbed and flowed along the way,
the ins and outs of the long trodden bay.

In the edgeness of tree and plain,
there was a forest tree loving rain,
miming philosophies of significance,
drawing attention to her hopeful dance.

In the drop between peak and valley
lies a cave of eyes looking to rally,
the emergence of a long held dream,
many answers to fateful anthropocene.

In the imperceptible gap between fear and love,
swims a peaceful olive branch bearing dove,
who arcs across the world rather than fly,
casting spells of healing for us to ply.


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The Real Journey – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Punam is guest host for Poetics with an introduction to the Punjabi Poet Amrita Pritam and an invitation to write a poem inspired by one of five lines from her poems. For more on Pritam follow the link below.

dVerse Poets – Poetics – Women Are People: Invoking Amrita Pritam

The line I chose as epigraph and springboard is: “Look further on ahead, there between truth and falsehood, a little empty space.” from ‘Empty Space’ by Amrita Pritam

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“Look further on ahead, there between truth and falsehood, a little empty space.” Amrita Pritam

The Real Journey

The road behind has been and is no more,
you cannot go back, but know this:
the road brought you to where you are now
by one way and another never directly,
always remember those segues, delays,
and wayside dalliances that became the
real journey of the heart in simple encounters,
small acts of loving kindness, little adventures
of no report, but set in memory as joie de vivre,
look forward to the twists and turns,
all is not what it seems, the edges are greyed 
with invitation to the mystery,
but not without the spark of scars.


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Heavenly Delight – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Linda is hosting the Quadrille (44 words) with an invitation to use the word browse in a poem.

dVerse Poets – Quadrille – Out Of The Meadow’s Browse

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“The garden of love is green without limits ….” Rumi

Heavenly Delight

Today I passed by and saw
your gate was closed,
you smiled from within,
and I determined to walk
the path to your door,
to touch those lips that smiled,
look into your dreamer's eyes,
and browse your garden of
heavenly delight and wonder.


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Armchair Complacency – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo: Paris, May 1968, independent.co.uk

“Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter.” Martin Luther King Jr.

Armchair Complacency

Why do I feel so alone in the world,
have all the revolutionaries retired,
how is it that armchairs are all the rage
and ideas have fallen to banal repetition?

Have all the revolutionaries retired,
it seems that all have surrendered
and ideas have fallen to banal repetition,
where exists the praxis of upheaval?

It seems that all have surrendered
to the algorithm of complacency,
where exists the praxis of upheaval,
how did we become chained to lies?

To the algorithm of complacency,
how is that armchairs are all the rage,
how did we become chained to lies,
why do I feel so alone in the world?


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Did I Dream It? – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Sarah is hosting the Quadrille (44 words) with an invitation to write a poem about sleep in any form.

dVerse Poets – Quadrille – Sleepy Times

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“Things taste better outdoors. And if it’s a forbidden thing, so much the better.” Franny Billingsley

Did I Dream It?

I cupped your breast and
supped your lips beneath 
the bowed table of rich plenty,
when the sky was open and your 
eyes invited me to worlds beyond
your sleepy smile, of dragonflies and
kingfishers, seeds laughing along
the air, did I dream it?


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Sweet Pomegranate – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Misky is hosting Poetics with an invitation to write a poem about food.

dVerse Poets – Poetics – Bon Appetit Food Poetry

Photo: Pomegranate by SusaWick at pixabay.com

“I would eat my way into perdition to taste you.” Jeanette Winterson

Sweet Pomegranate 

Your flesh so firm and rubenesquely rounded,
much the colour of a red wild rose, though
less of the wild of heart and so hard to get to,
needing to grasped firmly and torn apart until
your womb surrenders a thousand seed of
your life-blood bleeding down my chin as I 
rake your inner flesh for want of more.


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Big – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.” Robert Frost

Big

Why does the sound of a car like that
in the early evening set me on edge,
not in a fearful way, not in a knowing 
way, although I remember my youth,
but in the way it undoes my sense of
equilibrium without even trying?

That violin in Massenet's Thais as a 
meditation unfolds my heart in ways 
that open me to a rush of feelings that 
are confusing, always colliding, why is 
it that I am so happy when yet I am sad,
melancholic in orchestrations?

How can it be that new discoveries 
make me pine for campus days and
raw, original thoughts, now lost in the
annals of acquiescence to the facade of 
the realities of routinised living, detached,
yet bubbling below my surfaced life?


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Across The Line – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“In origami the first folding should be done very well, so that the paper can stand.” Kazuko Horiuchi

Across The Line

O how I love your folds,
across the line I go 
following the very crease 
of you, sensing your
essence, holding your form,
seeing your true colour as
we fold and refold, not 
knowing where, or that 
there is, was, a line, now
blurred, lost in each other,
all the while emerging.


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Julia’s Kiss – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Merril is hosting Poetics with an invitation to choose from a list of rose names to write a poem about. I have chosen ‘Julia’s Kiss’

dVerse Poets – Poetics – Naming The Rose

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“Kiss me and you will see how important I am.” Sylvia Plath

Julia's Kiss

She was no child despite her
finger hair curl distraction thing,
her cheesecloth off-the-shoulder
with garlanded hair, and her light,
tinkling brook laughter, she kissed
like a hungry, ravenous lion, like a 
growl, a roar of pleasure, a vibrato 
of the soul; Julia's kisses would
always take us from mere bud to
full bloom, she played strong.


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