The fable of Alison.

* A character who appeared in my head with a story to tell*

Paper, rock or scissors?

Choose one and you may win treasures.

Paper!

Congrats you have received a first year  wedding anniversary proposition .

I’m not even married – how is this a gift I can accept ever so gratefully, oh harry?

Will you marry me? I can make it true.

Alison threw a rock -aimed for the right side of Harries’ forehead- blood leaked out leaving his lips blue.

A twisty smile caught the ends of Alison’s mouth.

She needed a pair of scissors to cut out his heart.

Grim, I agree but her character is slightly Magee.

Squiggled by all the paper cut out men she’s collected over the years.

Paper mache collage project- in an attempt to fix her heart.

The glue worked better when she inhaled its fumes.

She would depersonalise from her very self and awake discombobulated- and rather confused.

This is the sad tale of how Alison decided she needed to repair her heart.

She flipped a coin that flipped her mind – all in one turnabout,

she came around -started singing the Hokie Cokie.

Her twisted jive improved when the moon drew in a little closer.

She could almost hear a beating heart – she put her hand to her chest and,

well, she fell apart.

Envious stares at Man Mickey Finn – his heartbeat loudly and glowered within.

He was her first.

The first attempt to re-enter the game of tick tockers.

Little did she know that this manic method would send her over to the bog marsh rockers.

Frozen on ice add a straw and a blueberry, she sipped her amorous bloody cocktail – Mary already had men gouging her blood every day.

Shaken not stirred.

Stern, she was shaking.

What did Mary’s conception have that made men fall head over heel and lap for her attention?

Frowned, knitted eyebrows – she added her rouge splash to the mix.

Men looked straight through her – perhaps she needed a bar of a Twix?

She had a cunning plan- not evolved or well thought out. She turned up her senses whenever men were about.

The throbbing, pulsating came not from the heart.

An alarming discovery – It came from below the waist.

Mary – scarlet virgin? miracle, my arse!.

Poor Alison only wanted to feel desired.

When she went for her next ingredient,

she baulked at its form and tried to appeal to its art.

Phallic and paternal it made her blush from the internal.

How would she get it to stay erect so she could snip it off when it was ready to launch and eject?

She tickled the floating accompanied planets and amusement came out in oohs and aahs.

Just a little longer, Alison thought blustered through scrunched up eyes.

 make sure you aim for the right glass and not the glass eye.

The navy would be proud of her solid sea legs.

She mixed this new concoction. so sure she was,

 she convinced me she was devout.

Up the straw, the gloopy mixture reached her swollen taste buds.

Horrified she spat it out – perhaps she needed to make it a little more tart.

She came across a nursing mother – whipped out her hunting tools.

Crying Babe clattered to the tarmac. Scattered Mother one breast left on the right side.

Shake it up and down the hatch. She waited for the rush of ardours to pour in.

Misery entered without a courteous knock. Sit down you gapless, toothy banshee of distrust.

Tears were rung around her neck -weighing in at a hefty sized albatross.

The grief of being ignored compelled her into complete disorder.

How could she end this frenzied quest without settling into a forlorn heap of a mess?

Then a thought rainbowed across her mind. It lifted the burdened clouds and she put her hand to mouth to suppress a giggle.

If no one would have her then she knew what was best.

Alison abandoned her empathy in the puddle of complicated attempts to gain acceptance.

She proudly took her first step into her role as the Queen of hearts.

If men wouldn’t love her, she would make sure they could love no other.

What a dreadful tale, is there are moral to end this fable – make it an epic!

Jesus wept!

I get bonus points if I end this and say she transformed – yes she did and serve this as a warning on how to never ignore the self- proclaimed piously.

About Daisy Willows

'Words are my everything' - Jon Wayne . A writer of poetry, stories, stage scripts, fiction, border line poetry & freestyle works, Music reviews, Guest Features/interview & shout outs. She is also passionate about raising anti-stigma & awareness for Mental Health. A trained co-facilitator in Wellness Recovery Action plan by Mary Ellen Copeland Natasha goes by many moniker names-Daisy Willows, bahtuhkid, GOAT2Bdazee. She has had a colourful life. Travelled. Natasha co-owns a second-hand clothing & accessories business -La Bella Bijoux Ltd Natasha was born in South Africa & is a French national. She currently resides in the UK Natasha Bodley holds a postgraduate in the Humanities. A BA in Myth in the Greek and Roman worlds & Advanced creative writing. She also holds a Foundation degree in Acting performance. She is currently working on her first novel (semi-autobiographical creative non-fiction). She has published one short story on Amazon called 'Number one' Connect with Natasha Collaborate with Natasha & feel free to Communicate her too. Light, Peace & Love!

Posted on 2020-09-08, in EXPERIMENTAL WRITING and tagged , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 33 Comments.

  1. Woah raw and engrossing

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  2. T Y – glad you get my twisted sense of humour x A word prompt from a blog I follow – start a stream of consciousness piece with the letter P and bonus points for ending it with a P.

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  3. Incredible and fanatic writing.

    I see this as a first start in a novel series book. You should turn this into a novel story.
    šŸ™‚ I support you Daisy. šŸ™‚

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  4. I want some of what you’re drinking. Holy hell

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  5. I always enjoy your posts. This one is no exception.

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  6. oh lol very funny daisy! loved it! xox

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  7. I giggled at your dreadful tale. Wait a minute…did she snip it off before it ejected? šŸ˜‰

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  8. summerSHINES

    Amazing post. Your mind sparkles šŸ’–šŸ’–šŸ’–

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  9. Captured my attention from beginning to end! šŸ˜Š

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