The not-quite-so-appalling news that sometimes shit is manure.

Tumnus

What’s that smell…?

It’s shit, it’s the faeces from the past making the hurt and shame last.

What’s that smell…?

It’s defeat, disappointment littering my continuing road where once confidence glowed.

What’s that smell…?

It’s fragrance, the sweet smell of perfume masking the stench coming from my tomb.

What’s that smell…?

It’s food, the present gift of grace that begs me to start saving face.

What’s that smell…?

It’s victory, the paradox of finding favour in defeat, it is the Divine's best treat.

What’s that smell…?

It’s manure, in truth it’s still shit, but perhaps life can grow from it.

  • Author: Tumnus (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 14th, 2017 10:31
  • Comment from author about the poem: '...I asked her if she wanted the appalling news or the not-quite-so-appalling-but-not-far-off news. She opted to start with the former, so i told her that, however well you might learn to steer round it, the pain is forever. It waits like a shady mugger around corners on sunny days. Steering doesn't work with ambushes like that... she received it without flinching. Then she asked me what the not-quite-so-appalling news was. So I told her....'
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Comments1

  • orchidee

    Well, manure is put to good use, so it's not all a sh**ty outcome! Even that has its uses. ooh.



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