Wednesday, October 30, 2013

The Reluctant Horsewoman


This incredible image is by Lasse Partanen via deviantart.  

Death has never cared for horses,
pale or otherwise.
She longs for modern conveniences.

She envies War his drones and unlimited expense account.
She envies Famine all those big corporate interests seeding her way.
She even envies Pestilence and his loophole use of "viruses" to insinuate himself into the digital age.

Death is not even on twitter.

She sighs 
herself astride that hated horse
for a long ride north.
Poor thing, she'll be saddle sore by noon.
But, she has her scythe
and more than enough spite

to keep her right on schedule.

For Izy's prompt at Real Toads

20 comments:

grapeling said...

poor dear. spot of tea might help?

loved the phrase "seeding her way", a bony finger jabbed at Monsanto.

Sylvia K said...

A great one for the day -- sadly, all too true!!

Fireblossom said...

Poor thing, my ass. She's not here to sell Avon yanno!

Kathryn said...

Love the comparison to other forms of death, I can feel her envy, saddle sores and all.

Kay L. Davies said...

You're probably right, MZ, the apocalypse most likely won't ride in on a horse.
K

Susie Clevenger said...

Somehow I can't rouse any sympathy for death, but I can applaud talent.. Great write MZ. You never disappoint!!

Susan said...

Wow! There is just a shade of difference between Death getting into modern tech and the lower case death those drones, etc, deliver. Halfway through your poem I began thanking God Death isn't there yet, and then I realized I had been caught in the absurd. Heck. Death's got her scythe and skype wouldn't make that much difference--like 20 bombs vs. 100.

Sam Edge said...

Mama I actually felt bad for poor overworked and underappreciated death here. Well done

De Jackson (WhimsyGizmo) said...

Oh, HEAVENS. I absolutely love this. Fantastic.

Marian said...

not on twitter? the horror!

hedgewitch said...

Ditto Marian, here-she took the words out of my mouth--love the snark, and everything else that's clever and right about this satirical little horror story.

Isadora Gruye said...

sigh....this was....lovely, no I believe I have come to characterize most of your work as deliciously clever. I like your portrayal of death hear, steadfast worker that she is...I may post this line above my monitor at work :


But, she has her scythe
and more than enough spite

to keep her right on schedule.

Felt like you were reading my journals out loud with that one. Thanks for posting and as always Viva la

Hannah said...

Love the rhyme and tone Mama! You rocked this!

Kerry O'Connor said...

I love how you portrayed Death as a woman - she definitely needs to think about a better means of transport with so many places to visit each day.

Lorraine said...

Now that fits Halloween,I got shivers down my back atta girl

G-Man said...

I've always been partial to Pestilence...Ahhhhhhh

Ginny Brannan said...

"...more than enough spite to keep her right on schedule." Sounds like a disgruntled and psychotic former employee if I ever heard one! Makes one think a bit. Nicely done.

Heaven said...

Right on schedule, yikes ~ Good one MZ ~

Margaret said...

I am so amazed with this poem! LOVE it love it love it. How do you do it? Just sit down and type ... or ponder and agonize for hours. :) I'd like to think the second, but I think your brain is wired a special way - just keep them coming!

manicddaily said...

So interesting to think of death as female - - definitely a new take here-- clever and mordant even in your sympathy! Thanks MZ. k.