(A poem about child abuse due to an addictive parent)
Tiny scarlet drops
on the little girl’s knee
Heart-rending tears,
mom’s cherishing embrace
kissing the pain away
The little girl
remindedme of Aiden
We both went to the same
Elementary School
Aiden, a pale, skinny boy
with wispy drab hair
He never talked much,
always apart from
the other kids in the yard
There was something
about Aiden,
something terribly wrong
Often, he appeared with
a black eye or a little limp
His mother explained that
he was the most clumsy boy ever
‘Stumbling over matches’, she said
We all presumed Aiden has been beaten,
the alcohol breathed, woozy behavior
of his mom fed the suspicion
A lack of proof caused by Aiden’s silence
made the troublesome situation unaltered
He never complained, he didn’t cry,
residing in his own miserable world
One day Aiden slipped and fell
Tiny little scarlet drops
onhis knee, heart-rending tears
An eruption of hidden feelings
of an uncomprehended little boy
Child Protection took care
of Aiden and I don’t know
what happened to him
I will never forget Aiden
nor can I understand
his irresponsible, abusive,
alcoholic of a mother
A sad example of
victimized innocence
BLACK SERPENT*
Nothing worth
An environmental disaster,
destroyed homelands,
desecrated sacred grounds
It’s all worth nothing
The black serpent shall
Deprive the river of her
virginity by undermining
her life saps
As the serpent feels
her resistance,
it will ejaculate
its pestiferous poison
into her womb
Annihilating all that comes
on its way
Not worth mentioning
Only profitsdo
*The Black Serpent is the oil pipeline
The Dakota Access Pipeline protests, that began in early 2016 in reaction to the approved construction of Energy Transfer Partners‘ Dakota Access Pipeline in the northern United States. The pipeline was projected to run from the Bakken oil fields in western North Dakota to southern Illinois, crossing beneath the Missouri and Mississippi Rivers, as well as under part of Lake Oahe near the Standing Rock Indian Reservation.
WIZARD
I wish I was a Wizard
With an intense fervor
I would expel all
evil-hearted perpetrators,
who torture animals
for their own profits
Those, who consider
an animal as an object
without feelings
An object that can be
trashed the moment
it doesn’t fulfill one’s wishes
Chickens normally
don’t lay golden eggs
and a dog likes a shoe
for dessert
I would put a spell
on all those horrid abusers
and condemn them
to live in a box,
where they aren’t able
to move a toe
Maybe even remove the toe
to create some more
living space
Sometimes
I wish, I could be
A WIZARD
DEVIANT*
‘Unnatural, it’s a disease’
The words are reverberating,
a perpetual echo in her head
an illness,a genetic disorder
How could it be wrong
when you love someone
tenderly, passionately
with every fiber of your body
When every heartbeat
is screaming out her name
My beautiful, gorgeous woman,
your silken skin, your shining eyes
your inspiring beautiful mind
How could it be
That she feels stained, deranged
The priest told her
after her confession
‘Love thy neighbors but
love them only in spirit,
Your love for the woman next door
is a fundamental abnormality
Once conceded, it can only lead
into irreversiblemoral deterioration’
*A poem about being homosexual which isn’t accepted in general by those who are religious
Bionote
Daginne Aignend is a pseudonym for the Dutch writer, poetess, photographic artist Inge Wesdijk. She likes hard rock music, fantasy books, is a vegetarian who loves her animals. She’s the Poetry Editor of Whispers and has been published in many poetry journals, magazines and anthologies, in the ‘Tears’ Anthology of the NY Literary Magazine to name one. She has a fun project website www.daginne.com
