Blood And Anxiety- Weary

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I am weary of the darkness

How it’s void dispels the light

Unlike the night with its round moon and stars that gleam

Teaming with life, hope and the promise of another day

I am weary of the darkness

But it’s what you have chosen

I watch as your light dims

Your smile fading to a grin

Like the Cheshire Cat

Disappearing a little at a time

I am weary of the darkness

If it were night you desired

I would join you

Dance like the gypsy children that we are

But your choice is one I can’t embrace

I love the night stars to much

The moon pulls to strongly on my heart

I can not leave the light

It feeds my soul

So I am weary of the darkness

I miss your softness

I miss your smile

But more than those

I miss your light

I am weary of the darkness

So I will wait and count the stars

Save your spot under this yellow moon

Until you lay your head upon my lap

Rest from your journey

Then we will dance like fairies in the night

joyfully reborn in light where lilies glow and moths flutter

-The Wasp


This September The InkOwl is teaming up with a guest poet The Wasp to bring you a mix of Blood and Anxiety. These poems were inspired by life events, personal experiences, and a desire to share differing perspectives on relationships. If you’re interested in participating in future corroborations with The InkOwl please feel free to message this blog from the contact page.

Blood And Anxiety- Not Plastic

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Not plastic

But fiber, flesh

Tangible, real

Moonlight, Stardust

Not wanting but giving

In time returning to this earth

Breath for breath dust for dust

But for now dancing to my own heart

Caring with my own hands

Expressing with my own lips

Full, open

Loud, wide

Free, happy

-The Wasp


This September The InkOwl is teaming up with a guest poet The Wasp to bring you a mix of Blood and Anxiety. These poems were inspired by life events, personal experiences, and a desire to share differing perspectives on relationships. If you’re interested in participating in future corroborations with The InkOwl please feel free to message this blog from the contact page.

Blood And Anxiety- Open Me

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Pull me down

Heft my weight

Remove my jacket

Crack my spine

Let me thrill you

Maybe chill you

Turn me over

Fill my edges

Smooth me out

Close me up

Hold me close

I will wait

Until the next time

When you open

And release me

– The Wasp


This September The InkOwl is teaming up with a guest poet The Wasp to bring you a mix of Blood and Anxiety. These poems were inspired by life events, personal experiences, and a desire to share differing perspectives on relationships. If you’re interested in participating in future corroborations with The InkOwl please feel free to message this blog from the contact page.

Blood and Anxiety-Backbiters

Don’t believe the lies they’ve told,

Their bitterness is unending.

I’ve tried my best to turn a cheek,

And stepped my self away.

It does no go to wallow in their slops and pens of woe.

For they hem themselves round about,

With misery and sorrow.

-M.E. InkOwl


This September The InkOwl is teaming up with a guest poet The Wasp to bring you a mix of Blood and Anxiety. These poems were inspired by life events, personal experiences, and a desire to share differing perspectives on relationships. If you’re interested in participating in future corroborations with The InkOwl please feel free to message this blog from the contact page.

Blood And Anxiety-Wisdom

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My mother’s truths

Where locked away

In an altered mind

Occasionally dropping

Pearls of truth

In my lap

which I would

Greedily grasp

Push into my heart

And cherish

She, denied her mother’s by an early death

Myself

Given one daughter

Who wants

nothing of my truths

I then question

the point of wisdom

Or the need to share

My hearts truths

With my own

So I will share

With other mothers daughters

And ask

Who will share their feminine truths

With mine

Whose hand will

she reach for

To steady her foot

Upon life’s path

Whose tribe

will she run with

What’s the point

Of being

Blessed with wisdom

When the one woman

You most desire

To influence

Turns her face

From your truth

Wanting nothing

So there is an ache

That has found

My heart

Where is my balm Gilead

-The Wasp


This September The InkOwl is teaming up with a guest poet The Wasp to bring you a mix of Blood and Anxiety. These poems were inspired by life events, personal experiences, and a desire to share differing perspectives on relationships. If you’re interested in participating in future corroborations with The InkOwl please feel free to message this blog from the contact page.

Blood And Anxiety- Of The Valley

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Precious child

Unbound by earth

Veil parted

Blessings flow from both sides

Teach us patience

Slow time

Sharing joyful play with your songs

What will we say when time allows

Or will we only smile

Knowing truth

through unblinking eyes

Love was stronger than words

-The Wasp


This September The InkOwl is teaming up with a guest poet The Wasp to bring you a mix of Blood and Anxiety. These poems were inspired by life events, personal experiences, and a desire to share differing perspectives on relationships. If you’re interested in participating in future corroborations with The InkOwl please feel free to message this blog from the contact page.

Blood And Anxiety- Nearness

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Move closer to me dear

I need your warmth

Place my finger on your palm

Feel you press my hand

The lightness of your lips on my forehead comforts me

I need your breath in my hair

Move closer to me dear

It’s the nearness of you that I crave

You are my Sun, Moon, and Stars

A whole universe rests in my heart

Yet there is always room for more

Move closer to me dear

We have stars to toss around

Let’s light up the night sky ❤️

-The Wasp


This September The InkOwl is teaming up with a guest poet The Wasp to bring you a mix of Blood and Anxiety. These poems were inspired by life events, personal experiences, and a desire to share differing perspectives on relationships. If you’re interested in participating in future corroborations with The InkOwl please feel free to message this blog from the contact page.

September on The InkOwl

It’s a new month for writing on the InkOwl! As the seasons changed I thought it would be fitting to share a series of poems by a guest writer, The Wasp. The series is titled, “Blood and Anxiety” and features a wide range of pieces focusing on life, relationships, family, and love. I’m excited about, and I hope you readers will be too.

-M.E. InkOwl

Guest Submission: Esmé’s Veggie Stuffed Punpkin

VEGGIE STUFFED PUMPKIN

Tonight’s supper is ghee (butter) fried prawns with veggie stuffed baby pumpkin. My husband is having is without cheese so his is sprinkled with nutmeg. Mine is covered in melted cheese

Ingredients
1 baby pumpkin halved and seeded
1 stock cube
4 Tblspns ghee (butter)
1/2 head broccoli cut into florets
1 cup frozen mixed veg
1 spring onion
1 small green pepper
1 small yellow pepper
1 tsp garlic powder
Crack of Himalayan pink salt
Vegetable spice
Grated cheese (optional)
Nutmeg (optional)

Method:
Boil the brocoli in the stock till just tender.
Drain and cook the pumpkin in the same water till the flesh is soft.
Set aside on a baking tray and rub with some butter or ghee.
Season and add the spices.
Fry the veg in the rest of the ghee then combine with the broccoli and fill the pumpkin halves.
Top with cheese or nutmeg then bake at 200C for 20 mins