Hunger Games Re-Imagined
In the Name of Love
This is the first thing I’ve written since December without a formal prompt. I have been…I mean the weather has been, dry, cold; a bit foreboding…I am but a wraith awaiting summer’s return.
The poem is dark and now that I think of it, was actually prompted in a way by several Notes of very talented, well-intentioned folk who encourage sharing…giving of oneself…showing vulnerability…laying your soul bare upon the alter…well, you get it. It speaks of ‘love’, but is it fit for Thorny Thursday?
, …I have not written of love in so long, I have forgotten the appropriate folks to tag!? Well, maybe it’s a better fit for with that mention at the end of carrion and all…yep, definitely more weird than lovey-dovey. :D :DJust a taste Offered shyly with a smile, That bit is gone forever now! Is that a smattering of applause I hear? Faceless, Nameless, Contrived approval - The appetite is whetted Hot on the trail of a not-acquired taste Predators on the prowl Sensing a wound "More, more, selfish dolt!" A sacrifice by those who give To those who take Offered freely, it becomes A proclamation of Worthiness, love- A tribute to the powerful From those made weak By feeding the insatiable hunger - A righteous rite of passage. Is that riotous applause I hear Now that multitudes have fed On blood-soaked carrion?
wow this was beautiful!
Tracy, I like how your use allegory in this poem. Thank you for sharing.
We've entered a winter of discontent, which will become more pronounced in the coming months. Those now feeding at the trough of corruption and greed in the insatiable hunger for absolute power may be surprised by the power of discontent.