Rejection is hard, more so when you are rejected by someone who should love you and nothing perhaps compares to the rejection and abandonment of a child by a parent.

I have met a few people in my time who in one form or another have been rejected by their mothers or fathers, which of course I am included in.

Struggling to write something this lunchtime I thought I would return to Phobos, the Roman god of Fear and in doing so stumbled on his brother Deimos.

Deimos was the god of fear, dread and terror, and his twin-brother Phobos of panic fear, flight and battlefield rout. They were sons of the god Ares, who accompanied their father into battle, driving his chariot and spreading fear in their wake. As sons of Aphrodite, goddess of love, the twins represented fear of loss.

Seemed fitting to use them both and indeed Ares in the battle of life and rejection.

Rejection

Mortals come to lay death at their feet
seek victory through the sword and shield.

Demons rise, turn and churn the earth
meet men on the battlefield.

Ares brings his sons to the ranks
thanks their mother’s womb

For victory may be lost
but mortals will be undone in the hollow of home

where Phobos and Deimos will follow
and poison every meal

Tear the soul from the bone.

I have spent some time going back to my biography, for some diversion I thought I would do a quick doodle on using the letter T at the beginning of lines.

Childhood Lesson

The umbilical cord was a grot
Twisted and pulled
Tight as a clenched fist,
Treacherous as lies of Brutus.
Tied in three letters on a card and
Tenfold in presents without a face.
Tell mother you love her
Turn rejection to forgiveness
They say.
Take note from this harsh fence,
The well worn soles and
Torn shreds
Thank none
That forget your name who
Take all like it is owed
but