Purple needle marks —
a reaper’s trail on Cinderella’s arm.
You may kiss her splitted lips, lick the lye,
for soot and sins:
but no more pennies for your thoughts
Welcome to reality:
Burning ferris-wheels and slaughterhouse delight:
where magicians carve the carcasses
to fill her bottom-line,
subsidising horse-meat TV-dinners
and mind the social gap.
This is exactly 55 words for Kerry’s prompt at toads, it’s loosely inspired by Dismaland. I also link up to Poetry Pantry.
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September 6, 2015

Absolute perfection
What a bleak world where profit, personal and otherwise is our driving force. The Ferris wheel slaughter house is a very apt image.
Perfect! Loved your take on the prompt 🙂
Awesome.
I admire how you’ve managed to include so many vivid and compelling images into the 55. Much meaning is built into this. The effect is of a longer poem. Very nice job.
Steve K
Grim, but a reflection of reality!
At the Dead Man’s House
This was great in its sadness. Hits much closer to home than you will ever know.
Thanks for visiting.
The poem provides a very valid social commentary (as is the case in Dismaland) for those who care to see it. Your phrasing and sense of timing is impeccable, Bjorn.
There is real blood and screams under the tents of this poetic carnival… sad… and terrifyingly true.
Grim indeed. Maybe a plot for a Tim Burton movie?
Oh please Bjorn, not my Cinderella. Luv her as the perfect fit to the glass slipper. Always
Much love…
I use to read dystopian books as a warning of what might could be but now reality is dystopian. Grim poem, grim world
Not a pretty picture of society as it is!
Grim realistic world captured perfectly in a few words.
It’s pretty awful (not the piece.) Your piece takes the bottom line to the bottom line. Thanks. k.
Yes, I love the madness here. Almost sadistic. A world put in the butcher’s shop.
Perfect topic, tone and examples, Bjorn. Excellent and I love the, “where magicians carve the carcasses” great alliteration!
Mind the social gap yes, it is a reality. The haves and the haves-not are forever there sometimes in conflict!
Hank
Oy! those horsemeat TV dinners….horrifying.
Don’t know about dismaland, so I don’t understand the references, but I like the image of the soot on cinderella’s lips..nicely done!
The social gap is sometimes so big between the rich and poor ~ but Cinderella fairy tales do sometimes happen.
Haunting, chillingly evocative images that rip through the trappings of modernity and myth like a knife. Disneyland becomes Dismaland.
a dark piece…you’ve captivated the sinister twist so well…
Really dark, but also stark reality for some. Well done, Bjorn. —– Suzanne
Suitably fantastical, in a dismal kind of way.
Completely depressing. (sigh) >
Good imagery piled one atop another, the shock of reality,
Elizabeth
A powerful title – a powerful poem..all too often those track marks are judged and scorned..but we all deserve/d to be princes/princesses – cared, treasured and provided for
Vivid and scathing, Bjorn, and excellent poetry.
I remember the subway in London (The Tube?) and the recorded voice to “mind the gap”. I loved the terminology and a like what you have here. Yes, we need to mind the social gap, widening by the day.
Powerful, concise write. The gap is ever-widening and so quickly. And yet, I turn my head.
Oh, so many excellent allusions, puns, word play. Sharp and clever in the best possible way. Brilliant and biting write.
I admire your title and response Bjorn as the prompt stumped me ~ I specially like: a reaper’s trail on Cinderella’s arm.
this poem sent my mind into so many directions in terms of how out of whack our modern world is today.
love how your words can be interpreted in so many different ways, that is the magic of your poetry!
WOW. That was intense and brutally, beautifully honest.
Last line… says it all!
Brutally honest and powerfully intense.
I love the lines you wrote here:
Burning ferris-wheels and slaughterhouse delight:
where magicians carve the carcasses
to fill her bottom-line,
I can envision your own interpretation of this poem,
coming to life with so much realism and horror. I love your poem my friend. 🙂