Tuesday, March 5, 2013

After The Bake Sale

When the bake sale is over
and the witches all burned,
the haunting, hateful silence returns.

She's just as here as she was yesterday.
With all the same fears that she had yesterday.
She couldn't bake them or burn them away.

She'll try
again
tomorrow.

For Open Link Night at dVerse

34 comments:

Kelvin S.M. said...

...or maybe escaping is not a better option but rather a never ending repeat of horror you created within self... smiles...

aprille said...

Oh, that took me by surprise. Taut writing. A bake sale obviously has some status in life?

Tracy Kuhn Greenlee said...

Another damn bake sale we have all been there
well done thank you

Susan Daniels said...

Is it another try at success, or will tomorrow be free of such torment? Love this!

Laurie Kolp said...

It can be hard to get rid of witches.

Brian Miller said...

ugh...bake sales are places for witches arent they...ha...maybe next time...glad she at least sees a next time you know...

Teresa said...

Love that surprise at the beginning. Fascinating! Glad there's still more chances.

ayala said...

She couldn't bake them or burn them away....good that she'll try again. :) Good write, MZ.

Uneven Stephen said...

What a wonderful idea, to bake or burn away our fears!

lookingforroots said...

Baking has those magickal powers of transformation, no?
Lots of things to ponder in this. Wonderful.

Anthony Desmond said...

hmm.. I'd rather fry mine.

Claudia said...

they seem to be resistant...maybe try garlic..? ha...tight verse mz

hollyannegetspoetic said...

A baking compulsion? I could help with that.. ;)

colleen said...

As a woman, it's in my dna too.

Mary said...

What did one do before bake sales?

hedgewitch said...

Fire purifies, but sometimes it's hard to find things in the smoke. I love the entire first stanza especially.

vivinfrance said...

I like the homely contrast of themes in this.

Stan Ski said...

If at first you don't succeed... well, I suppose, even if you do...
Nice write!

Susan said...

O if only an external cause existed... and even then, it might be the awe of life we fear! I ride this poem like a mo-bias strip, running into a desire for an enemy and a hope it is not me.

pandamoniumcat said...

Anything to get those fears off you're back... burning them up you would think would work...but sometimes they reignite. Wonderful poem baked beautifully!

pandamoniumcat said...

Anything to get those fears off you're back... burning them up you would think would work...but sometimes they reignite. Wonderful poem baked beautifully!

Mark Kerstetter said...

Love the first 2 lines. This reads to me a bit like a zen parable (I'm thinking "she" is "woman", whether witch or baker).

Pat Hatt said...

Need to whack the witches with a big pot.

indieflower said...

Great rhythm. I love this line: "She's just as here as she was yesterday."

ninotaziz said...

I think modern day bakers and witches look mighty fine and should be left alone. Bewitching!

Nilanjana Bose said...

Fears baked fine. Liked the verse. thanks.

Fred Rutherford said...

cool relation of images here, love the try again tomorrow end here, so cool. Thanks

Fireblossom said...

Perhaps they are so insistent because they want something...

Steve King said...

What a smart redo of witch-burning. And so it goes...Maybe there's magic in the next batch! Nice job.

Zen Moments said...

There is always tomorrow.

She's just as here as she was yesterday.

Love it. Excellent!

rumoursofrhyme said...

Oh. My. Goodness! I didn't see that coming at all. Brilliantly inventive and surprising MZ.

Grace said...

The ending was a twist, good one MZ ~

jane hewey said...

the ongoing cycle, beautifully rendered.

Karen said...

We try again and again and again, but escaping? We'll try again tomorrow.

Love the bake sale image...rich with all it implies.