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    Anonymous June Challenge: "Apologies"

    IMPORTANT NOTICE: We've a new update to the rules. Henceforth, kindly refrain from using the "like" function, or offering critique on any of the entries, UNTIL OUR WINNER IS ANNOUNCED. We are implementing this policy in an effort to protect anonymity as well as to spare our entrants the agony of being unable to respond to any critique they may receive for what could conceivably seem like eons. Thank you in advance for your cooperation.

    As previously announced by Gumby, we've updated the challenge rules. Henceforth, all submissions will be anonymous.

    Please remember that in submitting an entry you are obligated to cast at least one vote in the poll. Failure to do so will result in your entry being disqualified.

    The prompt for this month's anonymous challenge as chosen by moi is: Apologies

    You are free to interpret the prompt in any way you wish, though of course, site rules apply. If you are unsure of the challenge rules please read the 'stickies' at the top of the board.

    Your entry must be submitted anonymously and therefore should be PMed to me, Chester's Daughter, so that I may post it for you. Please be sure to indicate in your PM on which board you prefer your work posted, PUBLIC or SECURE. I am responsible for linking all entries posted on the secure board to public board.

    ***VERY IMPORTANT*** Kindly make sure your entry is properly formatted and error free before you PM it to me as you will be unable to edit your work once I have posted it. If your work requires a disclaimer, please inform me in your submission PM.

    PLEASE ALSO NOTE THAT ANY ENTRY POSTED DIRECTLY TO EITHER BOARD WILL RESULT IN THAT PARTICULAR WORK BEING DISQUALIFIED, BUT YOU WILL BE PERMITTED TO SELECT ANOTHER WORK TO ENTER ANONYMOUSLY THROUGH THE REQUIRED CHANNELS.


    Do not post comments in this thread. Any discussion related to the challenge can take place in the Bards' Bistro.



    This challenge will close on the 15th of June at 7pm EST.




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    Final Prayer of Fr. Cedric of Ulster

    O Father God of greatest might
    who dwells within eternal light,
    or rather you, being Light itself,
    illumine Eternity with Yourself -
    I stand before you now unveiled
    beholding where in life I failed:
    Ninety years I had by grace
    to seek your bright and holy face,
    to serve you as I thought I should
    and to do my fellow man some good.
    But with the good, I did more ill,
    sought my own and not your will.
    I see it all: the grief, the pain,
    the joy in others I have slain,
    unknowingly, yes, at the time,
    but now I know my every crime.
    Repair the damage I have done
    upon the earth, beneath the sun.
    Every person I have slighted,
    every good thing I have blighted,
    wash and renew now through your Word,
    through your Son whose prayer you heard
    to make Creation new again
    freed from every stain of sin.
    O recreate my little life,
    bring new goodness out of strife;
    the pain I caused, please now forgive
    so eternally I with you may live.
    Amen.


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    A Touch of Grace

    lying lips

    deceitful eyes
    but you had the grace

    to apologise
    breeding will out


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    The Apology (Mature Content/Language)

    The fan exhalesa steady breeze
    enticing wispsof spun gold
    to dance across
    a plum-hued cheek.
    Strands twirl
    in a tickling tango.

    Purple lips plumped -
    not by collagen -
    stretch just a bit.
    Fractured nose crinkles
    and forehead furrows
    as she winces.
    Battered faces are not
    suited for smiles.

    Right arm dressed in plaster
    screams in unison
    with six shattered ribs
    while her ruptured eardrums
    blessfully block rasping breath.

    The bulk of the heavyweight
    for whom she serves as a bag
    darkens the doorway.
    A cord is yanked
    stilling dancing strands.
    Lips and nerves begin to quiver
    her broken body now stiffer
    than her unsigned cast.

    Tracks of teeth
    left upon her left arm
    peek from beneath
    a sailboat-speckled
    hospital gown
    as fingers with nails
    ripped from their beds
    accept his proffered bouquet.

    Her throbbing hand
    is cupped then compressed
    piercing palm with thorns
    as he subtly persuades her
    to embrace his apology.

    Blackened eyes
    in bowed head
    water blood-hued blooms
    with silent saline rain.
    Bandaged bridge
    is forcibly pressed
    onto drooping petals.

    Inhaling deeply
    as instructed
    all she smells
    is shit.


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    Our Sick Child

    ill earth
    frail, falling, failing
    ball of sliding silt
    losing memory
    of fiery rainbows and pink petunias.
    or the purity
    of white ruffles sewn to water rocks;
    the pleasures
    of a friendly sun.

    ill earth
    your bountiful body
    of give and give.
    now sallow,
    inside the choking plastic box of gray
    your parents left to you
    while they
    went out to play.


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