Ta Ta Taboo

Ta-ta-Taboo.
(A performance piece)

Silence old Raven,
I’ll hear no more
Of your throbbing, dark wings,
Your Ta-Taboo caw.
I’ll not stroke your curious head
As it cocks to one side,
Nor tap your tip-tappity claw
Or steal a look inside
Your strangely hued eyes.

Be shushed, sweet Raven!
Your words are but empty shells on the shingle.
You have no pearls of wisdom
To goad my temptation
Or test my good reason.
Keep your beak
For the rats!
You’re too weak
For large prey!
You’re Ta-Taboo, Raven!
Farewell and good-day!

Steady there Raven!
You weather the storms and circle the skies,
But let it be known
That if you must feast on feasts stolen,
Then I, for one,
Will not be your carrion,
Being, as I am,
A feast that’s forbidden.
Pray silence, my Raven,
Your Ta-Taboo’s deafening!

You’re boring me Raven,
That swoops on my back,
Caws ‘Ta-Ta-Taboo, Taboo!’
In my ear
And spits its hack-ity, hack-ity hack-ity cack
On my cheek.
Shoo Raven, shoo!
I’ll scavenge your tongue,
And let it be known
To each and all and everyone
Who might lend an ear
To the cack-squaw of your song,
That it’s a lie of temptation
From the unkindness of Raven.

You trickster, my Raven!
No croak will lay me down
On heath soft as butter,
Nor open me up
Like the yielding egg
That you greedily peck
Till it drips from the tip
Of your monstrous beak
And no more is left
Save the notch…
On your wing,
And the saliva
That meanders
Down a Ta-Taboo chin…

Yes, Ta-Ta-boo! Raven.
Ta-Taboo, caw!
Your talons are fierce
But you’re the hunter no more,
I’m Ta-Taboo, Raven,
Your sharp mouth is mine!
A moment of thrill
In my Ta-Taboo, Ta-Taboo
Valleys of time!

Ta-Taboo, Raven,
Beat, beat to my drum.
I’ll feed till I split with satiation,
I’ll gorge myself drunk!
Ta-Taboo, Raven,
Ta-Ta-Taboo,
Such a sweet feast
And so forbidden…
Let me gobble up you!

Follow me on my journey to freedom. Freedom from crippling autoimmune arthritis, freedom from all the demons that have plagued me since diagnosis and, well... A long time before really. I consider this poem a pivotal point in all this. Back in November 2015 I got shafted by the medical system... The result? Extreme stress and a major health relapse. I refused to stoop to the level of depravity directed at me and rather than complain, I set up a charity. It's beautiful. We raise masses of awareness (autoimmune arthritis can strike anyone at any age - it's an AUTOIMMUNE disease) provide useful and important information - anything from info on benefits and support groups to welcoming speakers who have found ways to manage their condition natural, and have an awesome and fully accredited counselling and home help initiative ready and waiting for anyone with these conditions who's in need.

Unfortunately, my treatment did not improve and, sadly, a short while ago I was forced to complain - just to get my treatment transferred to somewhere different where I might feel safe. This poem came to me as I wandered the hills and, actually, it'll be getting its second public airing at an event tonight. To me, it's powerful, signifying my breaking out of a system that tried to break me... I hope you enjoy...

My blog is a poetic record of both my life with, and my efforts to crush,

seronegative arthritis.
(https://steemit.com/@girlwithoutwings)