Reflections wriggle on the ripples. Time makes memories in triples.

Tongue of Fire   His uncouth tongue spits fire, Then it spits petrol inflaming the fire Encircling our enclave.   His tongue unearths ghosts, Bitter ghosts roving In yesteryears’ graveyards.   They did not die in peace, They would not rest in peace. So they…

Two girls sneaking out of the house,                        A gift from dad’s prankster friend,                       Truck straight ahead. On tiptoes goes the older, the younger giggles….

I take in the fragrance of my Lover as He steps across time and space. Drawing closer… Kicking cornerstones out of His path, clearing debris from the battlefield, removing so much death and decay, serving notice to any lingering enemy. His movements are sure. He…

A steady stream of golden light Splashes across the floor Catching on the tiny chain around her ankle As she crosses the room Her feet disturb the dust Raising tiny impotent clouds

What can you do when there is no farewell? The opportunity lost, slipped away with the  Hustle and bustle and musts A final box packed and placed on the truck And then on to the next But the past not forgot   Within the walls,…

What once was, has gone. Only hopelessness remains. Will it ever be found, no one knows. Seems like a lifetime ago and yet yesterday still. How sweet it was and bitter now. The Love of you, the Love for you.  

Michellia Wilson Poetry Marathon 2021 – Hour 2 of 12 THE MUSIC SAID I COULD The knurled round knob proved to be easier to turn than I imagined. The dial with a red pointer oscillating left, then right… and then it happened… The sadness I…

I see this ending before it starts. My thumb hurts already. Probably need surgery find out next week. Don’t worry, I’m in it for 12 hours. I’m here to write and discover. This is such a wonderful experience. I don’t even tell my family, less…

Slamming the door in my face, she said nothing. That should’ve told me everything.