for Twiglet #245

Going Mad

Eyes.
There’s something

about an
adult baby-face.
It’s empty.

A baby face
in a uniform,
bootstrap on a foot

on the slaughter
and capable
of anything.

He loved Red Riding Hood.

Nobody knew
that he wanted
to be the wolf.

He was
magnificently mercurial

and mad as an ebony cat.
Or sneering black marble.

Written for Twiglet #245  “Let me go mad”. Image from Unsplash via British Museum Collection. Shared with @Experimentsinfc #APoemADay on Twitter   ©Misky 2021

13 responses to “for Twiglet #245”

  1. Hey Misky… great poem. Haunting. Spooky. Can I “follow” Twiglet? I’m probably blind but I can’t see the button.

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    1. Thanks, Worms. Glad to see you found the Follow button.

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  2. Huh. I went back and there it was, blinking wickedly at me.

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  3. Excellent stuff. The baby face in the uniform reminded me of the iron fist in the velvet glove. 🙂

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    1. Thanks, and yes I agree.

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  4. Frightening. The implications are huge. Before I started reading I hoped it wasn’t a girl/woman the men were looking at.

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  5. He was
    magnificently mercurial
    and mad as an ebony cat.
    Or sneering black marble………. Oh, how I do love that description

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    1. Thanks, Debi! Were your hols in WA good?

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      1. The visit was great with the kids and grandkids and the scenery along the way out of this world.

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        1. It is stunning, for sure.

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