Yesterday at bedtime I picked up – as distraction – the prose gauntlet thrown down by Björn Rudberg (brudberg) of dVerse Poets. He invited us to include in our tale of 144 words, as the given sequence, these words from the Taylor Swift song, cardigan (you may like to take a look!): You drew stars around my scars

So tonight I share those mossy night thoughts as my contribution here.


Tattoo Art-Ass

Tracing there the sharp sweetness of the constellations, you droned sub-song of why you wanted to stay forever, and still. Still as forever in the mossy bed that Titania had made in her Otherworld, her peri-Solstice petting-zoo deep in the December forest.

Why, soft Ass, did you fall, swooning, for the wrong one? For me rather than her? And to beat your delicate tattoo on my breast, just as I'd yearned before that fateful surgery. To feel the exquisite pain drawn as designs that would cup my curves again, to reconvene the concavities into cornucopiae, full as Moon who hung, now new now gibbous, for that fortnight together before you were lost in fierce contest.

But alas! it was always the shortest straws that you drew. Stars around my scars would denigrate* that midnight blue, the darkest network of the wintery web of spideryness. 


© Kathy Labrum McVittie 3 December 2024

            * for derivation of denigrate, see here