A Mute Foray (A Poem)

My mam meandered

Into the marsh,

A-lookin’ for her baby.

The method to my madness?

To escape the mentor

Who made me mad!


She ain’t my mate,

My mean ol’ mam,

But I do love her dearly,

So much so that I must go

Or I may kill her nearly!


Aye, she marched

Into the marsh,

Green as mint with envy.

Like moth to flame,

She followed me

Who stole her voice;

A mute foray!


This poem or whatever is inspired by (and thus includes) a certain few key words: mam, marsh, method, mentor, mate, mint, moth, and mute. The idea is courtesy of Hal Barbera.

6 thoughts on “A Mute Foray (A Poem)

  1. Wow! I love it!

    Go to anything you wrote in the past!

    A to Z words just scribbled, whatever!

    There was a reason you wrote.

    That reason can become your story post!

    Most of my art, poems, stories come from my scribbles, notes and so-called meaningless random words!

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    1. Ah! Thank you, thank you! I really need to write more, besides angry rants and political shiz. Writing challenges are a good way to start! I might post some of my lyrics too, after my little “musical awakening” yesterday….

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      1. Rants and political shiz is like pissin’ in the wind! It just comes back in your face and you have to clean yourself off!

        I gave that up because it leads me nowhere!

        Everything today seems to be about ‘worldview and politics!’

        Truth, beauty, right and wrong mean next to nothing now!

        Compromise, reason, real progress has been lost in the shuffle!

        When I do rant and rave I file it under ‘emails to myself!’

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        1. Worse yet, way too many people think political party makes a difference! Now quiz reviews, those are great. Even the political ones. Although I may break the monotony with a sex quiz or something else silly~

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            1. Nope. I’m most likely infertile, and even if I weren’t, I’d have no interest whatsoever in bearing children. I have enough of my own problems without bringing a helpless infant into this world. Fortunately, my husband feels the same way. If I did become pregnant, I would most likely induce a miscarriage, although it probably wouldn’t be necessary; my body would reject the infant of its own accord. But we WOULD potentially adopt an orphan if necessary. If my brother died, I would gladly take his children, rather than letting their pill-pushing mother have them. When the current legal system collapses, of course. I don’t care enough to go through any government-mandated adoption process.


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