Skip to main content

A is for Arsenic.....

The poisoner's favorite because of its ready availability--- no one thought twice about a neighbor's visit to the chemist for pesticide.

Though, during Victorian times, the industrious poisoner need not travel any further than their front room to gather supplies. It's honestly surprising that we have survived past our Victorian ancestors considering they added arsenic to everything, including paints, wallpapers and even cosmetics....

It's bad enough we consume trace amounts in our drinking water, but to purposely add it to paints and make-up because of its pretty color? Mixing arsenic with copper creates a lovely, yet lethal emerald-green that found its way innocently added to playing cards, candles, curtains, even dress fabric. It might have gone without saying that a person should avoid ingesting something labeled rat poison, but to be aware of inhaling the same poison from the wallpaper hanging in your bedroom or from your hand of poker??

Ah, how many accidental poisonings could have been avoided if the Victorians didn't have such a penchant for all things green......


Arsenic Waltz
Shall we take a turn, my dear,
the waltz they play is just for you.
Don't mind the burn from evening meal,
as failing sight blurs your gown's emerald hue.

Don't tremble as your heart's beat slows, 
think not of staggered steps, unsure.
Hold tight to me as the dark of evening grows,
as night, unending, your sweet life, does swiftly lure.
                                         
                                                                                                     -- e.a.s. demers

Comments

  1. I had no idea! Those crazy Victorians!

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Crystal, by the way. I'll work on establishing my identity.

      Delete
    2. LOL... hiya, Crystal... and yes, Victorians were just a bit to the left of sane :-)

      Delete
  2. All I know about arsenic I learned from reading Agatha Christie novels lol. This was very interesting! Great way to start the challenge!

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Ah, I cut my teeth on Agatha Christie novels growing up... she was a master, indeed!!! :-D

      Delete
  3. The price for beauty they paid. No wonder people still go to extremes to have pretty things and become pretty.

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. I know... I will never understand why people are so willing to risk their lives for the sake of vanity, but, to each his own, I guess...

      Delete
  4. What a smashing first entry! I loved learning the history of arsenic. As always, you chose the perfect images to illustrate.

    Did you pen the poem as well? It's inspired. I think it would play well on a label much like the one you've shown, stuck to a faux bottle of the stuff.

    Really look forward to following you through the alphabet, e.a.s. You were a highlight of my A/Z last year!

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. *grins* Thanks for that :-)

      Yep, the poem is mine... April's also National Poetry Month, so I thought, what goes better with poison than poetry? (but, maybe that's just my twisted mind, lol)

      Delete
  5. Lovely combination of facts, pics, and your poem.

    The poem really flowed for me.

    Pearl

    ReplyDelete
  6. I love that you're doing poetry too. I considered that, but decided one challenge was enough for now.

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Yeah, I'm a bit of a masochist when it comes to challenges--- we'll see if I can make it the whole month with the poetry :-)

      Delete
  7. Oooo. That IS Edgar Allen Poe-ish, the poem,that is. Did they know it was poisonous? I watched a community theatre production of "Arsenic and Old Lace" this past weekend. Those old gals loved to put the aging gentlemen out of their misery.

    Play off the Page

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Thanks! And, no, they didn't realize it was poisonous and once they did, all kinds of advertisements popped up with "Arsenic-free" wallpapers and paints, lol...

      Delete

Post a Comment

Share your thoughts!

Popular posts from this blog

Y is for Yeth Hound.....

Yeth Hound--- one of the incarnations of the "Black Dog" myth, this one located specifically, in Devon, England.

"Black Dogs" appear in myths across the world, most are associated with death and bad omens... i.e. Hell Hounds.

The Yeth Hound is said to be the spirit of an unbaptised child that takes the form of a headless black dog. The Hound wanders the woods at night making pitiful wailing sounds (though, I'm unclear as to how it makes wailing sounds without having a head).

The Black Dogs were possibly one inspiration from Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's ghost dog in The Hound of the Baskervilles-- "an enormous coal-black hound, but not such a hound as mortal eyes have ever seen."



Heed Not, the Lonesome Cry
Heed not, the lonesome cry, the baleful wail echoing through the woods. Seek not, the black hound's sigh, look not where the headless creature stood.
One sound, your limbs will shake, your heart filled with the deepest dread. One glimpse, your sou…

I is for...

... Iron Maiden


The boundaries which divide Life from Death are at best shadowy and vague. Who shall say where the one ends, and where the other begins? ---Edgar Allan Poe


---and not the English heavy metal band from East London...

Day 2 in the realm of morbid/macabre torture devices finds us back in the Middle Ages (there was definitely a fashionable trend of imaginative torture devices during this time). Though, the Middle Ages isn't really when we should be turning our attention when we discuss the Iron Maiden. In fact, there has been some debate as to the exact appearance of this monstrous creation.

It's probably easiest to relocate such a torturous thing back to a time when it seemed everyone was as skilled at exacting a confession as they were at creating the tools to exact those confessions. It's easier to blame ancestors from several hundred years ago than to accept that anyone of civilized disposition would be capable of doing such horrible things with such terrif…

Mudbloods and Muggles and Magic Folk, stand and unite....

Today was the first-ever, To Write Mudblood On Her Arm, day.

Worldwide, Harry Potter lovers and equality seekers sought solidarity by writing (in every possible variation) the word, Mudblood on their arms, their legs, their wrists, their hands...

Some 35,000 confirmed participants and probably thousands more that were pulled along in the wake of those eager to support Magical/Muggle equality, all decorated themselves and held the love of Harry Potter and the love of their fellow Mudblood/Muggles in their heart and on their arm, leg, wrist, etc. 

The obvious play on the inspiring movement, To Write Love On Her Arm, is intentional, but in no way meant to be disrespectful. TWLOHA's mission is to inspire hope in those who suffer from depression, addiction and who might suffer from self-destructive tendencies and/or suicidal thoughts.

TWMOHA takes its cue from Hermione's mistreatment in the book series as a result of her Muggle(non-magical) birth. She is viewed as something less th…