Black Friday

I feel the nightmare as it grows with the poem. Cleverly done. 

Wow, love the words pan-pipe arrangement and the deep meaning. Black friday, should be only friday, my oppinion, discounts are usually fake :)

T.

Discount heaven, now there's a hell. I like the swell of your poem. 

very true, and very well put

Chilling, and heart-breaking 'pretend acquisition will cover …' so much, pitiful, supposed satisfactions leaking away. Rhiannon

What a superb interpretation of the I.P., Helen. Topical and so descriptive of the illusion engendered by the Black Friday concept that such occasions bring great rewards whereas, as your poem points out, this enterprise  is "an inky comfort blanket" and "we spend to pretend acquisition".
While superficially the poem seems to be about that marketing ploy, if we look beneath the surface, we can read it as metaphor on life.
I like the format too.

Luigi x

Your work never fails to deliver.  I love the shape as well as the content.  A great piece of work.

Hi Helen

what an intereting poem, both in shape and content. My daughter did well out of the Black Friday sales however - as the charity she is a director of won a lottery bid to start a meal service for persons in their part of Yorkshire with Alzheimers and their carers, and she got a huge discount on a large food processor to use in the project.

Jean

Black Friday always sounds ghoulish, and it is. You've captured it exactly. Terrific.

Rich

"we spind to pretend acquisition will cover the abyss

          amazing

                   powerful

                        wonderfully visual

                               and ......................................tragically true                   Thank You