The Fiend of Our Times

Tight-toothed fiend, gives rise to grief
And switches not, ever its riff
I wish that I could squash its dream
And replace it with new motif
Or at best, its wickedness wean
Gives rise to grief, tight-toothed fiend

I’d give it wings, just like a bee
And show it Spring to set it free,
The way of kings—millions of things
Or like a sparrow to some degree
Fill its heartstrings with magic things
Just like a bee, I’d give it wings

Note: the fiend of our times is depression that’s engrieving our young generation—on a steady rise worldwide. Wouldn’t it be something if we could abolish it once and for all? In this piece I imagine myself changing its trajectory by giving it wings—of a bee or a sparrow—and thus showing that fiend a new way of bee-ing. A new purpose. I hope you enjoyed my first Sparrowlet poem.

Written for dVerse’s MTB: The Sparrow as Starlet Prompt hosted and posted by Laura Bloomsbury

Thanks so much for introducing me to this new form, Laura 🙇🏻‍♀️…

MTB: The Sparrow as Starlet

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“I feel a fit o’ them curst Blue Devils coming across me again” ~ sad words stenciled in the featured image from Openverse.

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Selma Martin

I’m a simple woman who dares to see the beauty in ordinary. I’d love to connect with you and like pen pals, I want something beautiful to blossom between us. Will you join me? Selma is my middle name. Its meaning—peaceful, complete, are euphoric affirmations I like to think of myself as having. They compliment the joy I feel when I write. I sincerely hope you decide to join me on my writing journey. I Wish You Miracles.

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Laura Bloomsbury February 7, 2025 Reply

this gave me wings Selma – thank you for joining and setting the Sparrowlet free of that fiend of wnter blues
p.s. sometimes that black stuckness is a pause on the crossroads and more helpful than a manic rush around which the young with their iPhones are addicted to
1. Selma Martin February 7, 2025 Reply
  
  Oh golly. Thanks Laura. Really wonderful prompt. I’ll be writing more sparrowlets now I know.
  
  ¿Wings… fly, fly, fly high against the sky So high I almost touch the sky Thank you, thank you Thank God for you, the wind beneath my wings. (The Midler song just imploded in my head after reading your comment) Bless you. Please be well.